My chair has been around for many years

It has supported me most of my life

It’s structure has mainly been very sound

Colour not always of choice but needed to blend

in with the requirement to fulfil its purpose

 

My chair has changed from time to time

It has seen many aspects of life and rooms

that didn’t always do it justice

in terms of ambience and mood.

Mood, ah yes, now there we have it!

 

My chair has needed to withstand many things

Joy, sadness, elation, depression, perplexity, overweight

 

Many a blow it has had to cushion

It has needed to spring into action many times,

just to try and do what it can to calm the storm

getting into the very fabric of my being

taking me to places I both loved and loathed

 

Sometimes my chair came to the rescue

and supplied sleep, meditation, concentration

And the stories it could tell, oh goodness!

Now and again though it wasn’t enough to kill the pain

 

It’s in these times that I realise my chair

is my friend and comforter, more than my bed

or any human being will ever be

Because it’s moulded to me

To who I am, and will ever be

The Urban Poet 2020