Sand Chair

I took a sand chair to the yard Which had a patch of sun And sat to take a phone call, Which had only just begun. The sun, alas, would not stay still So soon I was in shade And had to move my chair, A most amusing escapade. You see, this happened several times To get the sunshine right, But every time it happened Was a laugh-inducing sight. A sand chair‘s seat is very low; With youth’s agility, It’s not a problem getting up - That’s not the case for me. I’m sure I looked hilarious, My balance not quite there. I need a better place to plop My aging derrière.