There's a southern porch of comfort
I once knew,
where all my loved ones gathered
on a lazy afternoon.
Talk was of the family or neighbors
down the way,
wafting with the sleepy sound
of a porch swings serenade;
there was no place for to go,
and nothing much to do,
so time sat with us patiently,
not inclined to move.
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Sometimes it all comes back to me,
I see and hear so clear
all the people long since gone
but with just a thought
drawn near...
the more the years in passing,
the more I choose to stay
on that southern porch of comfort
before the colors
fade.
