by Chuck Maddock

Created on: November 08, 2008   Last Updated: March 11, 2010

His chair now sits, in his living room

Where an aura of his past does loom

He often spoke of life from this chair

Choosing his words with loving care

Never did he utter a negative thing

Only the joys that life could bring

I can still hear him say, in his enlighten way

Life isn't much, if you refuse to touch

You have to accept, the way order is kept

To learn the way to let your soul fly free

To give your all, be not afraid to fall

From that chair, he would look at me

Tell me of his past, with humbleness and glee

He would say things like, this is an old chair

From here I can see, all that is good and fair

Everyone should have a place, to view the human race

This room with my favorite chair, is where I have learn to care

About a new dawn, a sunrise to inspire song

About a child's cry, as it begins to wonder why

About all lives's venue, that daily renew

Life, like a cup, is better served when it's filled up

That wearing a smile, will serve you all the while

To keep you, healthy, wealthy, and in good mind

To face adversity , when it comes to find

Now I look at that old chair and wonder if where

He is now gone, they have another to spare

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