
The Old Chair's Song
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Category : Poems
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Brown and woody, a masterpiece so fine,
Crafted by hands that worked with love and design.
Smoothly curved, with lines that gently sway,
A treasure trove of memories, in every single day.
That squirky sound, a symphony so rare,
A noise that's nestled, deep within its wooden lair.
Tirelessly, hands have worked, to remove the squeak,
Yet the owner's heart, beats fast, for the sound unique.
Imperfection meets perfection, in this chair so dear,
A treasure to its owner, a blessing that's always near.
Though empty now, memories linger and roam,
Of laughter, love, and moments, that made the heart feel home.
The sound of the chair, a melody so sweet,
Echoes through the silence, a memory to greet.
A lesson learned, that perfection meets appreciation's eye,
A reminder to cherish, what's unique, and never say goodbye.
For in the imperfections, we find a beauty rare,
A character that's crafted, with love and care.
So let us celebrate, the quirks that make us whole,
And cherish the memories, that make our hearts and souls unfold.