
Old Chair
Worn out and old it may be
Rocking with a creek
Maybe a little shaky too
But the history is true
Grandpa did rock in this chair
With a smile and gray hair
A welcome lap to sit
Take a rest a bit
Tell stories of his past
Ear bent to listen to all that he said
Up until his very last
This chair is like an old brogue shoe
Comfort without all the fancy looks
Still a great place to read books
This old chair may not be new
But it’s where my memories are drew
© Chris Chonos
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