Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Chair

The chair stands alone
No friend around for him,

Ruff surface  graces my bottom
Coursing pain and anger,

The lags lean and bow to each other
They all try to get to each other,

Backs arch like mouintans
Cascading up them falling down the other side,

The chair waits silently waiting for someone to sit down and work.

1 comment:

saskia said...

what are lags?