Waiting….

The old chair sighed with regret as it stood

by the  huge fireplace, cold, dark and musty,

waiting long years as worms chewed it’s wood

and the Library became spider webbed and dusty.

Generations had used it’s comfort times past

mischievous children carving initials in the wood

but none came now, only dark shadows were cast

it seemed life had said it’s farewell for good…

But wait, a sound, a voice through the gloom

was it a memory?  perhaps it’s waiting was done,

and as footsteps came into the library again

the chair hoped to bear the weight of someone…

The voice was kind, it seemed somehow to care

then warm hands brushed the old dust away

from soft leather cushions, no sign of wear

the chair sighed no more, it had a purpose today…

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