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The Wooden Chair


A beautifully hand-crafted wooden chair Allows for youth to sit without a care, But when youth becomes ripe Scratched and chizzled detail the wood's stripe, The seat still exhibits security and support Even though the legs have grown short, Dependability and faithfullness shown for years Sits the wooden chair empty, without tears.
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