The Chair

Down a west Texas backroad
Not really sure where
Sits a crumbling farmhouse
Inside, just a chair

Curiosity in me
Came out right away
How long has this chair
Been left to decay

The house, the land
And the chair that's inside
Left rotting and cold
Was once owned with pride

What forces at work
Caused them to go
By choice or by force
We may never know

Who was the first
To build on this site
Who was the last
To turn out the light

The image we see
Does not show the glory
Of what once was here
There's more to the story

Imagine the scene
Years past from this day
A family once lived
To work, eat, and play

Children are singing
And playing with dolls
Dad sits to rest
As a Texas night falls

As he rests in this chair
His long day is done
Tomorrow is near
Work starts with the sun

A tired child walks up
"Can I sit with you Pappy"
"Sure my sweet baby"
His heart is so happy

A prayer is whispered
As she falls asleep
I pray the Lord
My soul to keep

Good days and bad
As years they go by
Filled this grand house
Time sure does fly

Who knew way back then
What the future would be
This house is reduced
To the image we see

No doors or windows
To keep out the cold
No human around
To make their story told

Pictures and keepsakes
No place to be found
A home filled with laughter
Void of all sound

A house full of memories
Has now been stripped bare
The rooms are all empty
Except for a chair.