A solitary red chair
Sits in the corner of a room.
A baby climbs upon its cushion,
With a smile and a stare.
This becomes a habit,
It forms the baby’s place
A comfort zone so special,
A guaranteed smile upon a face.
The baby is now older,
A teenage boy so silent.
The chair is now a sanctuary
From a world that feels so violent.
The years, they pass so quickly
Boy turns into man.
A welcome place after a hard day,
He puts his feet up when he can.
The man becomes elderly,
A place to fall asleep
In the old familiar chair,
Where memories lie so deep.
Yet one day it’s just empty,
For the man has passed away.
The chair waits for another
Don’t let life slide away.
