2. A Rocking Chair and a Memory

He sits on the front porch of a nursing home.

People say it’s sad to see him there alone.

He’s all wrapped up, then he rocks for a while,

And then he smiles.

A rocking chair, and a memory

don’t look like much, but it’s all he needs.

His whole world has come to be

a rocking chair and a memory.

He wears a sweater, it’s all tattered and torn.

Ain’t nothin’ new near as warm.

He’s all wapped up, then he rocks for a while,

And then he smiles.

He reads the note there by his bed,

Last thing she wrote, last thing she said,

“When you think of me every once in a while, smile.”

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