A Chairs Life

Where am I, so dark, cold, and damp with eerie sound? I had a place so warm and cozy with others so bright. All I remember now is the turning, rolling, around. Wait there is a mirror, I can see with morning light. Battered and worn my shoulders, what a crime. Split is the center of my chest area I can see, no way. I know this place though different at this time. The basement that I sit right before Christmas day, Just before I saw my proud owner as she wept. We were always so close, cleaning me each week. I felt her touch and feel my arms before she slept. Covered in a blanket we were so warm and weak. I can remember the laughter from comedies we saw. I can remember the tears as we viewed heartache. I felt both while a romantic comedy had its fall I do recall the language, after they dropped a shake. The lavish washing and drying that followed too. Many a number of lazy days in comfort and bliss, Now what is my destiny, what will my owners do. All at once, I was lifted, and then taken; I know I will miss. I was cared about for quite a spell, what is next. Now flowing in the wind, upon four-wheel drive, Suddenly stopping, new eyes to see, I am perplexed. Picked up high, placed in a new room; I will still survive. Many children in this place to keep me company here. My new owners look like they will keep me in cheer.