Each One Has a Chair
I saw a King upon his throne,
With jewels and regal ware,
And as I looked upon the scene,
I couldn't help but stare.
For I was all but mesmerized,
"Such elegance and flare,"
But then the more I thought of it,
The throne was just a chair.
A chair for rich and royalty,
For powerful and fair,
With privilege and authority,
But it was just a chair.
And then I thought of other ones,
The ones so unaware
Of things that made them what they are,
Some common and some rare.
I thought of those so very poor,
And those who put on airs,
And came to realize one great thing,
That each one has a 'chair'.
Although a King may have a throne,
And we, a stool so bare,
And even if the things we have,
May cause someone to stare,
Let's not be boastful or ashamed,
Instead, our blessings share,
Be satisfied with what you have,
For each one has a 'chair'.
Copyright © David Pekrul | Year Posted 2017
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