Look at this chair, the arms nearly worn through
The color is gone, let’s go buy one anew
The leg has a chip, the back, a dark stain
I heard there a sale; it’ll be just the same
The new ones are great, they vibrate and more
Put your cup in a holder; underneath, a drawer
It will charge your phone, recline five different ways
It can be a couch, a recliner, maybe a chaise
Get with the times, get rid of the old
The colors are varied, pastel or go bold
You’ve so many things that make this place new
But this old, tattered chair, just an old worn-out shoe
The color is gone, you are certainly right
It was kept by the window, she loved the sunlight
With book in hand, elbows on the arms of the chair
The more that she read, the lovelier the wear
When black turned to grey, she would color her hair
One day while still wet she sat in the chair
So very upset at first, at the stain oh so dark
We laughed as we said it’s just life leaving a mark
I remember the day we moved into our home
And the tiny incident transporting her throne
Didn’t see the step, of course made me trip
And that’s how the leg was given that chip
That chair in the corner aged like a fine wine
And just like its owner, got better with time
If it could talk, just what would it say?
It would tell all the stories, of all of those days
It holds all our thoughts and all of our dreams
It remembers our plans, our hopes, and schemes
It was there from the start, for the good times and bad
For the food, and the drinks, and the parties we had
I couldn’t possibly expect you to understand why
But that chair will be here till the day that I die
While the reason to you may seem so unclear
When I look at the chair, I know she is here