Doretha, Bring Me That Three-Legged Stool

Doretha, bring me that three-legged stool, A throne of wood in the humble light. Its legs, like wisdom, sturdy and cool, Balancing life in the still of the night. A tripod of stories, old and new, Each notch is a chapter, each scar is a tale. In its embrace, the world comes into view, A seat of truth where dreams prevail. Upon this stool, the universe unfolds, In its simple grace, life's mysteries are told. Little Darling, we have company