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