Unto the Last

Ah !that rocking chair
summons , dreamy , a life gone by;
silver tresses ,hazy eyes ,
witnesses mute to a love awry.
What it was ?,a grandiose roar
an ocean wave that kissed the shore
and ,with a whimper lost that high.
No lonely hopes ,forlorn despair
a self that was `n' is no more there.
Yes ,the moment beckons
and beckons still,
beyond the pale,this teeming fair.
He rocked and paused and gently paid
his latest debt with a lingering sigh.