Old Furniture


The man and his young daughters

Enter the old house in Pine Acres

Of ramshackle walls and jaded paint

Old furniture stuck in its dark corners


People and servants move about and mill

The old house filled of ancient chill

They chat, laugh loudly, gobble food

The old furniture sits lifeless and still


In a dark corner sits an old dowager

A dilapidated, quiet, still creature

She stirs, moves, blinks but little

Just like the old lifeless furniture


People walk by with nary a glance at her

Say "hello grandma", but they mostly ignore

Grandma sits still and says nothing

Just like the old lifeless furniture


The young girls, loving the house yonder

Come upon the woman in the dark corner

Say "hi" and stand over enchanted

Watching the lady in the old furniture


The old chair stirs to life, starts to swing

The cold joints shiver, begin warming

A smile spreads on the wrinkled face

The dark corner is now lit up and moving


The old woman gets up with effort

Glides to the kitchen now all alert

Grabs a jar of old-fashioned goodies

Feeds the cute young girls in skirt


Hand in hand they walk to the garden

Sit on the new furniture under the Sun

The old lady tells stories, the girls listen

Of old furniture and days golden!



Abhay B. Joshi