At the tip of a flame

Been sitting in this old rocking chair
Wasting the day away
Thinking back on things I've done, decisions I made
Feeling this once youthful heart decay

There was times I can say I cried it out
Sometimes I was angry sitting in this chair
A couple of times I sat and cursed myself out

A few times I sat here and dreamed away
Made a few shooting star wishes for riches
Watched my sons grow handsome and strong
Wrote a couple of songs

I remember my grandmother telling me to be better than her and my grandfather
Said that their time had come and gone
I was to take life a little farther

I did

So many face and all these names

Faded memories on paper

Another memory at the tip of the flame

This heart
It still beats today
I can say I learned that I didn't know anything, but the things time brings and takes away

This rocking chair has heard so many of my words
Good and bad, happy and and even my hurt
Waving at the passers by
Wearing an old baseball shirt

I love this chair
But I can't sit here with it and do the same
About to get the ax
Place it in the fire and raise the tip of the flame

Time to stop rocking