Reclining Chair

Remember the day that you brought me home to stay. Every time you set in me, I heard you stop and say. Chair you are so soft and I rest easy within you. Lazily you reclined and I caressed, so gently too. I know that you care for me as deeply as you show. Neatly you kept me, shampooing me, head to toe. I have no idea what ever happened to the love you had. Now I set waiting, in the corner, did I do something bad? Granted I have become an old chair maybe you became sad. Carefully you replaced me with a bigger and brighter chair. Hearing you say that he was on sale, a bargain so fair. Again, you scrub him and me, so I know you still care. I know my days are limited, because of the size of this room. Recliners come and go. That is our dilemma and perilous doom.