As I Sit
I sit.
And let my rickety bones rest
As I rest,
Irealize how quickly life zooms by, but now I'm sitting on the sideline
As I sit,
I rock back and fourth, wasting the hours away
As I rock,
My troubles go away, one for every car that passes
As I watch,
I take in the cool summer breeze as my last breath
As I die,
I love
As I love,
I die
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