When you sit and ponder at life's great table
About the chair you sit on termite ridden and unstable
Your forearms gripping for the inevitable fall
Forget the cadence and accept it all
Indeed swing back smiling
And if the back legs creak
Think back to the time you found life so beguiling
And if you hear a crack under cheek
Ponder longer and linger over your decent worthwhiling
So many souls wait to join these tables
Special people leave us elderly and babies
I write a line of thanksgiving to god
When I ask him if my chairs firm I pray he nods
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