{"id":228,"date":"2016-11-12T06:20:40","date_gmt":"2016-11-12T06:20:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theoldwriter.com\/?p=228"},"modified":"2020-02-27T21:10:11","modified_gmt":"2020-02-27T21:10:11","slug":"the-old-man-in-the-rocking-chair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thepoetryoftonygraham.com\/?p=228","title":{"rendered":"The Old Man in the Rocking Chair"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sitting on a porch, watching the sun go down<\/em><\/strong>
\n and thinking back on how life used to be….\"old-man-in-rocking-chair-new-frame-1\"<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

The old man is gently rocking,
\nIn his rocking chair,
\nAs he rocks he watches
\nThe world passing by out there;
\nBut through his old blue eyes,
\nCovered by a misty hue,
\nHe sees a different world,
\nThe world in which he grew.<\/p>\n

That old man in his rocking chair,
\nRocking gently to and fro,
\nIs hankering after yesteryear,
\nFor the times he used to know.
\nWhen people used to show respect,
\nA respect that was returned;
\nWhen being kind and considerate,
\nAt an early age was learned.<\/p>\n

\u00a0When people had the time to talk,
\nHeld conversations face to face,
\nNot hiding behind a computer
\nOn some network interface.
\nWhen you were still at liberty
\nTo speak what was on your own mind,
\nBefore liberal political correctness
\nTurned our liberty blind.<\/p>\n

When the pace of life was slower,
\nMore time was what we had,
\nNow nobody has time for anyone,
\nAnd that makes the old man sad.
\nInstead now they want to track you,
\nKnow every single move you make;
\nThe old man just can’t understand
\nWhy your privacy they want to take.<\/p>\n

Yet he knows that time does not stand still,
\nThe world has to move along;
\n\u201cThe times they are a changing\u201d
\nThat old Bob Dylan song.
\nStill a tear rolls down his cheek,
\nOut of his old blue eye;
\nJust an old man in a rocking chair,
\nJust an old man wondering why.<\/p>\n

The old man is gently rocking,
\nIn his rocking chair,
\nAs he rocks he watches
\nThe world passing by out there;
\nBut through his old blue eyes,
\nCovered by a misty hue,
\nHe sees a different world;
\nHow he loved the world he knew.<\/p>\n

\"TOOTG<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Sitting on a porch, watching the sun go down and thinking back on how life used to be…. The old man is gently rocking, In his rocking chair, As he rocks he watches The world passing by out there; But through his old blue eyes, Covered by a misty hue,…<\/p>\n

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