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On the faded porch
sat a barren rocking chair
waiting for someone to come sit there
It held memories like no one could
It was there since the house first stood
no child nor adult would ever find
the chair to be the uncomfortable kind
It waited and waited
but to its dismay
it would not see another day
for the old family had passed
and the will had not stated
who to give the rocking chair to
since it was worn and outdated
Two men in blue suits
climbed up to the chair
took their big gloves
and brought it down the stairs
The truck was all packed
and sitting and waiting
the rocking chair sat
on top of a stack
along with some tables
and boxes with labels
the chair rocked and rocked
When the car stopped
it screeched and it crashed
the chair hit the wall with a smash
More of the men came
the fire was not tame
and into the fire the old chair burnt
The memories slipped away
through the cracks of the weaving
the chairs old worn looks
may be deceiving
For the old rocking chair
was the most valuable possession
for it was all hope
and never depression
so on the porch
sits a new rocking chair
clean white and plastic
not as many sit there
This one is not the same you see
this one is not a treasure
to you
nor to me
- by onlinepunk |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/31/2008 |
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- Title: Wicker Rocking Chair
- Artist: onlinepunk
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Description:
You can relate probably...
it is something that seems like nothing, but no matter what, you will never forget it.
Even if you HATE something, you might miss it when it is gone.
- Date: 12/31/2008
- Tags: chair memories happiness
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Aida-la - 01/03/2009
- i know what you mean. it's a very good poem and i luv the meaning behind it. i can see where you're coming from.
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