Old Friend #2

Posted: December 15, 2015 in Humor, Poems

that old chair is a treasured spot

a dear friend who judges me not

he is all broken down and old

tired of the stories I have told

time and again I show him my ass

patiently he waits even when I pass

but any time I need some rest

he’s the one who nurtures me best

cause only that chair waits and conforms

nothing else

waits

and conforms

 

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