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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