That Same Old Chair

 

That same old chair
Where sat I,
Watching the day wasted away.
The name is what brought me up,
From that same old chair.

That same old chair
Glued I, counting the days
That I will never have to answer,
As the name being called,
From that same old chair.

That same old chair,
Many days have passed.
Dreaming, hoping and full of thoughts,
That I will never have to answer,
From that same old chair.

That same old chair
Where I spent the days;
Surrounded by books, pens and ideas,
And I stood up when I was called,
From that same old chair.

That same old chair
Where I despised the name;
Having to stand up now and then;
Answering the name with a sigh,
From that same old chair.

© Yuliya.Juliet

 

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