The old lady and the rocker

She sits on the porch of too much time gone past
rocking in her chair of idle forgetfulness
sadder than sad upon looking back, she has no idea
how she got here.

One day, any day now, she will be just dead.
Who will remember her name? Carry on the meager
traditions of a life lived non extraordinarily?

She closes bleary, sleep deprived eyes and sighs
out of contrast to her ragged breathing. Time flies
when your having fun, or so they seem to have said.
They? Probably not any one she ever knew.

Her mind draws a blank of contradictions as she
tries to shut out images of sealed coffins and the
fat worms of decay, instead trying to focus upon
the warm sunshine of tomorrow's promise to be
better. Always better.

When she opens her eyes the sun is setting a blazing
trail of hope across the horizon of her future. She
rises from her rocker and moves across the porch of
time not yet passed. Carefully she pulls open the door
of time yet to come and laughs at the God's of humor!

" I'm still here," she cackles! " I'm still here," as she
waves her fist of fate and softly shuts the door!