A Chair In A Room

I was offered a Chair,

I liked the Chair,

It was beautifully carved,

With gold cushions and paint.

I sat down,

I was told the Chair was mine,

But this Chair,

Could never leave the Room it was in,


The Room,

Had all my favorite things in it,

Hobbies I enjoyed,

Places I loved,

Food I tasted,

Music I wanted to sing,

So I decided,

I also liked the Room,

Just as much as the Chair,


So I said yes to the Room,

Not just the Chair,

But as I sat in the Chair,

The Room began to change,

The hobbies became problems, 

The places were no more,

The tastes became tasteless,

The music started to fade,


The Chair still stood there,

In all its Glory, 

Not fading or chipping,

But still losing its appeal,

Because the Room was now different, 


I got up off the Chair,

I took a step back,

I looked at the Room,

The Chair fading into it,

Again I am offered the Chair,

The Room, as it now is, closed around it,


But I did not Sit.



By: Robin L.A. Shaw