This Chair

This Chair that I sit, when I'm sitting alone,
Reminds me of times, when I lived back at home.

The memories so clear in my mind I can see,
A family, the laughs, the years surround me.

Now far away, the visions have gone,
The family, the laughs, the years now are none.

The chair that I sit, well, the color has greyed,
The comfort alone, has quietly fade.

The chair it still rocks, and twirls all around.
But the faster you rock, the louder the sound.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem