The Destiny of a Chair
Many are like me;
made with purpose,
with integrity.
Strong legs and arms,
dull and demure,
just as you see;
I wait for you
to fulfill me.
I am complete
just as I stand,
but stop and stay;
you are my destiny.
Built with patience
and honesty,
a soft, safe place
for you to be.
Your day is long;
you've places to go,
but I'll be here
when you need to slow.
Others, may offer
the same as I;
for you I am special,
I don't know why.