On the wooden porch sets two rocking chairs,
Where now he sits alone and stares.
The women he loved is there no more,
His loneliness eating him down to the core.
A lawn once so neat, hedges once pruned,
Flowers lined the walk, and hummingbirds swooned.
The flowers now wilted and turning gray,
The lawn once so neat, is in disarray
The wooden porch with his wife he did share,
Now he sits alone in his old rocking chair..
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