Ugly Furniture by Jerri Palechka

Have you ever had that piece of furniture, that one couch or chair,
Where you would do anything in your power if it just wasn't there?
It seems to stand out in the center of your room
You feel it wants to only bring you misery, pain and gloom?
You sit in it resenting the ugly stains and tears
The sagging cushions, the worn out threads, the weariness it bears.
You fear you'll be lost forever in its ever-sinking cushion,
Your knees locked together, your arms weak from pushin'.
You finally get so tired of trying to get out,
When you begin to catch your breath, for help you will shout!
So while you wait something strange seems to come over you,
The couch begins to change and you're feeling not so blue.
As you stare at the spots that always annoyed you so,
You remember when the couch was new a long time ago.
And the memory of how those stains became, and the tears broke apart,
Was when you had young children around and love was in your heart.
The sagging cushion, so lumpy and gross, had once held tiny feet
That loved to jump and laugh for hours upon this once plump seat.
The longer you sit on this furniture, this piece of disrepair,
The memories come flooding back till its no longer a chair.
It now has become an irreplaceable treasure, you cannot part with it.
Its price is beyond what most men can pay, a king on it should sit.
Every tear, and spot, every lump and thread bare,
Is a constant reminder when all your children were there.
For children grow up and go off on their own.
They've learned many lessons and in wisdom they've grown.
Now all you have left is the chair in which you sit
And the wonderful memories in your heart that won't quit.