Ordinary Chair

It just sit there, on it four legs
Just waiting, and waiting, I wonder
If a sound can come out.
What would it be?
What would it say?
Would it scream in pain,
From the pressure of different weight?
Or would it like to be move.
Does it like being what it is?
Would it want to trade place, with anything?
Do it know that it is wanted?
That it can ease someone pain.
Help me rest my feet when I get tired
Or sometimes I rather just laid down in it,
And think while flipping channel,
Or just daydream of lying on a beach.
I feel comfortable in it present,
It helps ease my stress.
Oh, how I love sitting
In this old ordinary chair.