The Chair in the Corner

by on November 18th, 2010
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I never had much,
or so I thought.
Then I moved that chair;
it brought me easier to prayer.

While it’s fresh in my mind,
it’s really quite refined.
It didn’t belong with the dinette,
and so I have absolutely no regret.

I’ve composed four poems in that chair;
sometimes I just sit there and stare.
It fit so well in the bedroom nook;
now, so lovely, there’s nothing to overlook.

It’s amazing what a chair can bring;
my new apartment, I’ve learned to sing.
Yes, it’s comfortable, sometimes I’ll linger;
a surefire way to dispel any anger.

It’s quite narrow, that chair it is;
only a chair, but composed of riches.
It’s hard to believe it’s come this far;
my gosh, from the dinette, it’s up to par.

I never had much,
or so I thought.
Then I moved that chair;
now it’s easier to share.


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