Ring Out the Old?
There I sit so quietly limp and still
Till someone’s body does lie in me and fill
My arms are now a faded blue
And patchy at best
Peeking through are my wore nimble armrests
My recliner action is since been broken
But yet this chair is a favorite house token
So she moved me into a different space
Covered the spots gave me a new face
Now my family fights to sit in me
And just think they’ve been contemplating discarding this old flea
They have made some visits to the furniture store
But every chair they try has them looking at me more
Perhaps they should just hold on to this old gem
And periodically give me new fabric with a hem
Funny thing are these household comforts they keep
They have become so cozy
And in my arms they forget my misgivings and fall asleep
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