I'm sitting in my rocking chair and there is smoke and fire in the air.
My trusty dog is panting beside me.
I'm smoking my cigar and looking over the years.
I have loved, learned and lost.
I even got married a time or two.
My children is grown and I'm just at peace with myself.
Wrinkles to indicate my old age.
I am smiling.
My business has blossomed
I got remarried to my soulmate.
This ole life of this greaser is no longer consider a dare.
I'm an old woman now.
Healed from being broken and battered.
Healed from watching my distinct family drown in death after death.
I'm finally at peace with myself.
The economy is less and less.
No food to be purchased here.
However growing my farm has let me eat without a care.
O how I love my old man life near and there.
I play melody on my guitar.
I sing the old hymns that was given to me by my mother.
"Amazing grace how sweet the sound"
For indeed this old life is very sweet in me.
I'm an old man and I love what I had found.
