An Empty Porch
Oversees
An Empty Beach
Salty Breeze
An Empty old handmade pine
Rocking Chair
Keeps double time to the blasts that
Toss the hair.
Grass a-wavin’
In the sand
We’re all alone
Take my hand
Taste Life’s gifts that come to us
Smell the Salt
Feel the Ocean’s life-breaths that never
Ever halt.
But Life is short
So fleeting.
And Life is good
Hearts beating.
Like the numb sea, keeping time
Endless waves
Steady pace we tramp our way
To our graves
The chair is aged
Grown too old,
Timeless sea beach
Ever bold.
Cracking seat holds no one anymore
Fulfilled life
The goddess of sea says: Move along
No more strife
For chair or me
For chair or me
… rocking chair
… toss the hair
… smell the salt
… never halt
… Endless waves
To our graves.
… Fulfilled life
… no more strife
Feel it wane…
… no more pain.
Joe Girard © 2001