This Old Chair of Mine©

 

This old chair of mine

Has kept me warm

It’s seen me through all my ails

It’s seen me come

It’s seen me go

It’s held my tears

It’s held my hand when no one else was near

This old chair of mine

Has been the companion no one else could be

Although now tattered and torn

No longer holding onto it’s natural beauty

That means nothing to me

It holds all the character I need

It does the job no one else has offered to do

I owe my strength to this one and only

Old chair of mine

This Old Chair of Mine©

Copyright 2016

By Felina Silver Robinson