The golden old rocker squeaks.

old man gliding up and down.

His knees of eternal screech.

No more time to be the clown.

In decades past there was always a plan. 

No reason to write them up.

Memories never filled the cup.

Feeling helpless and void of command.

He creaks.

Floorboards squeak.

Why let go?

Who’s to know?

Empty , a creaky fridge door.

Empty , always wanting more.

Empty , a burned out light.

Emoty , was it ever right?