The chair in the corner

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