My companion, at the most lonely moments! My solace, my rest, my firm anchor to the earth beneath My friend in solitary reverie, succour to nerves and legs.
When the mind goes blank and the
Computer despairs with viral attacks Files lost, gibberish, when mocking letters prevail When confusion reigns.
My companion, robust, restful and unmoved
Solace, a link to Mother beneath My friend... has a special spirit That of the terra firma it rests upon.
Provides, never expects
Carries, does not protest Lasts forever, years and years Serving every day with verve
Generations he waits on and
Takes the condescension “Grandfather chair” with grace. Witness to thoughts, silent and solid Company to more than three generations.
No one to sing praise
Nor provide place of pride. Gets no head or heart or hands for company. It withstands weight and abuse.
Heads think, hearts feel, hands do.
Not such functions for his company... Lowly bottoms, mocked … laughed at and not Mentioned in blue-blooded company!