the old man

He sat in the rocking chair and the sunlight danced on his old gray head,

much like it had when he was young and the world rose new ahead of him,

Now he had his memories that came to him like dreams,

As the chair rocked in rhythm with his heart.

Gone were the days when he was young and danced with the pretty girls,

In his dreams he danced again,

Twirling and spinning with his bride in his arm,

Tonight he would meet her .

He smiled as he drew his last breath.