This Old Chair of Mine©
Copyright 2016
By Felina Silver Robinson
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 the one and only old chair of mine
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