The poem
When I am old and worse for wear I want to buy a rocking-chair, And set it on a porch where shine The stars of morning-glory vine; With just beyond, a gleam of grass, A shady street where people pass; And some who come with time to spare, To yarn beside my rocking-chair. Then I will light my corn-cob pipe And dose and dream and rarely gripe. My morning paper on my knee I won't allow to worry me. For if I know the latest news Is bad,--to read it I'll refuse, Since I have always tried to see The side of life that clicks with glee.
And looking back with days nigh done, I feel I've had a heap of fun. Of course I guess that more or less It's you yourself make happiness And if your needs are small and few, Like me you may be happy too: And end up with a hope, a prayer, A chuckle in a rocking-chair.
That was the best Poem i have ever seen...GREAT JOB!!!