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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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