Grannies House

This is where my Grannie lived In this dusky damp old house Always snappin pole beans Or chasing some wild mouse Most of her days were busy Busy fixin meals Rockin in her metal chair Searching want ads for a deal Poppa worked his strength away Churning up the ground Planting tobacco for the smokers Who always came to town Son and daughter have moved away To bigger brighter things No grandkids come to visit Empty sits the swing This is all there seems to be Left of as we age Going through the motions Turn another page Their youth is far behind them Whats left is almost gone Closing of a chapter They sing another song Days are coming quicker They hold-out another night Waiting for the sunrise Awake at dawns first light