The blue chair in the corner
Seems old and loner
It shall last for ages
For it lived through half-decades.
It may seem inanimately mute or eye-sore
It doesn’t turn around anymore
Crippled limbs fastened with rotted screws and bolts
Are the old things always bound to be sold?
It was cosy and imposing some years ago
Loved much and didn’t want to let it go
Cared about it as much as a throne
And owned it like a no-man zone.
They say old connections never die
Even when life goes through low or high
Then what about the blue chair?
With empty feelings only to bear!
Why don’t you remember?
It’s also another house member
It would be there today and tomorrow
In every ounce of happiness and sorrow.
Love the blue chair the same way
When it found your house that day
Let it not drown into the blue
For its endless services is a life due.