Old Leather

What happened to the brown leather chair?

Year of wear and tear

Curling around and around again

If only I knew where to begin

 

Crawling out from behind

My parents blind

To the world of lust I etched

And where my dog had retched

 

Yes, this chair that had seen three generations

And multiple regulations

Moved into my brother’s room

Where he could watch the flowers bloom

 

On the old magnolia tree

There the chair was left to be

Now you may wonder

If the chair has found another

 

Home, since a broken family moved away

Happily for both him and me, my mother let him stay.