A Comfortable Old Chair Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

It's a comfortable old chair
That sits in the corner
Facing out
Towards the center of the room
While I
Watch her sitting
Her arms
Covered in age
And her hands
Gripping
In a vice like manner
The ends
Of the wooden arms
As she stares out
Into nowhere

It won't be long
Before that chair
Will be empty again
With its eyes
Searching about the room
For someone else
To replace
Its emptiness
Maybe…
Another old friend
Whose arms and body
Have fallen to time
And whose heart
Appreciates the feeling
Of a comfortable
Old chair