Waiting On My Wife
I sit and wait in my old rocking chair.
She moves at a pace of having no care.
Why is she never grasping?
These waits seem everlasting.
I’ll wait a lifetime on my wife so fair.
Copyright © Kenneth Cheney | Year Posted 2019
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