Missing Out

. . .

Missing Out

Sitting here in this rugged, rocking chair.
Wishing my manner was valiant, and fair.
In dulled understanding, manners of past.
Sometimes quite selfish, of nominal class.

Heart tugging memories; my ways before.
Seeing vileness, with sadness now for sure.
Sad my happiness at times took the stage.
It should have been your score; your loving page.

Deep worry; my loving heart missed it's aim.
Selfish; what I want again with each day.
Value increased greatly, known now the way.
You first before all; my kindest of days.

I sit in this big, rugged, rocking chair.
I should have done different for you is clear.
Those thoughts shake my timbers; sorrows my heart.
Growth stagnant grace, has no use in love's art.

At times being childish; me thinking me.
I should be thinking of you eagerly.
I see powerful light, in that great thought.
Noble feeling of love, kindling my heart.

My love, what can I do for you this day?