An old chair and almost a new one
I am not sure what it is about old chairs, that makes me want to approach it and take a second look at it. Maybe because I want to know who was the person who sat there before me and the one before them?
This chair that I was gazing at earlier today was faded yellow and scratched up.
It was almost sitting outside as an art deco,
I am sure it had its hay days,
It saved so many behinds,
I didn’t get to sit on it. It was already occupied.
The same day,
I traveled to another place, to get coffee,
The coffee shop was filled with those who were living the slow life,
But I saw there were chairs outside,
The chairs were not old or beat up.
They looked comfortable.
Alas, by the time I got there,
with my latte in my hand,
The chair was occupied, but none other than by man and woman’s best friend.
No, the cute dog wasn’t going to move,
He was waiting or either saving his seat.
He threw his eyes at me,
His look said it all,
Even though he didn’t say a word, I understood.
“The chair is occupied.”
The chair is occupied.