I Sat On The Rocking Chair Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I sat on the rocking chair,
All afternoon long,
Dwelling on things gone by.
I noticed that I could only sigh.
But I didn't know why.

My memories were both good some bad,
I remembered all the fun I had.
I could remember some mesmerizing moments.
I noticed the charm and the wonderful senses.

But this afternoon,
Didn't seem perfect.
Something seemed remiss.
Then I realized,
That the past is not to long for,
But the present's existence is to have thoughts for.