O Ghost of Rocker-chair longing
awaiting mem'ries to seat themselves
and ride the ridges of the hours
into dusk or into death
or only in ones head
stories of grace and sadness
tales of joy and pain
tidbits of Life's strange mys'tries
packed into flesh of years

Here you sit with empty seating
and with the breeze of ev'ning-sway
until the passing of your season
neglected and decayed