Settle in your favourite chair
Lay back and sink into it
The creak of the leather is a comfort
Surround yourself with the spoils
Of your daily tasks done
Clear your mind of the clutter
End the regrets and wants
No need to re-live anything
The chair will find it out for you
Leave it all as the dark prevails.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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