Your broad red arms that hold me
No muscles but much strength
Those gorgeous sculptured legs I see
With never ending length
You wrap around my shoulder
These years have been the best
You support me now I’m older
When I need to take a rest
Broad bottomed but well padded
Spread slightly through the years
With many wrinkles added
Through good times and through tears
You’re always there to greet me
Offer comfort when I wake
My nights are getting shorter now
Your services I take
As one in dark or daylight
Our needs we both now share
You must know what I think of you
My favourite comfy chair
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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