A Comfortable Old Chair

It's a comfortable old chair That sits in the corner Facing out Towards the center of the room While I Watch her sitting Her arms Covered in age And her hands Gripping In a vice like manner The ends Of the wooden arms As she stares out Into nowhere It won't be long Before that chair Will be empty again With its eyes Searching about the room For someone else To replace Its emptiness Maybe… Another old friend Whose arms and body Have fallen to time And whose heart Appreciates the feeling Of a comfortable Old chair