The Chair
Many a story told
Upon that lonely, beaten chair
Where the winter now lay thick in air
Crippled, but still holding on in the cold
Just a worn out chair seemed it to be
But underneath the peeling paint
To a few, the memory faint
It's story shows to we
Barely there, a lovers mark
Their names etched in a sloppy heart
Nether time could pull apart
The love there in that chair by the park
A gash along it's rugged leg
Where a boys first bike ride came to end From turning too sharp on the bend
But only his determination did it egg
A tiny slot hidden in the back
Notes from friend to friend were passed
They felt stealthy, until rain came past
Laughter when legible words did it lack
A Blue stripped blanket thrown across
The chair became a fortress
To a young boy in knights dress
Fighting for his "princess" at any cost
Dented slightly in the seat
Where stood a man with his gun
Upon it's shooting a race begun
Sweating in the August heat
An elder passes by and thinks
This where my love did I meet
Young as he was, that summer was sweet
As was his princess's notes & winks
A pocket knife he carved their names with
The memory faded but still held dear
Like the scar from his first ride here
If only was a myth, but did he writhe
The chair seems broken, useless too
But a purpose it serves, if only for dreams
May be only a chair,but nothings as it seems
It's story isn't yet through
For it has More memorys to make
More parts in which to play
Many more a suns ray
This chair has lives In which to partake.
And you thought it was just a chair...........
