The chair once it was
Full
of warmth and flow
The
people came to seek counsel
Sometimes
free for the poor
The
chair turned old
Paint
frayed and lines
Like
the owner in the light
The
spider's crawl on the face
The
chair had its days
The
moments of glory and disarray
The
missing years in prison
It
was for a worthwhile cause
The
principles stayed
Through
his life he lived by it
The
never changed attitude
It
brought him fame and fortune
He
saw the years
Passing
through in his mind
The
chair still stayed true
Faded
colours glowing reflection
He
took his bow
Grateful
for the years
Slowly
the image gone
The
chair stayed empty
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