"The Chair 2"

Dust on the window ledge,
cob webs, cowards behind the door,

these are some, of the unspoken accolades,
since I slid across this old floor.

Sitting near the window,
faced to bare, just what old memories take claim to hold,

For these days, not to many,
have I paid acquaintance,
like the discarded pillow, 
(a story), yet told.

I once held host to all sorrow, even to prominent dignitaries have i pulled out this chair.

even paid honor, to our (God), almighty by seating, heavenly missionaries,not just one but blessed a pair.

Although now I patiently sit here, vacant and with a view outside, appeasingly to live for,

I'm stuck inside, near a table and bed, I've obliged, the willing to live and those (who can't), go on any more.

How can't I cast blame, on my own surroundings,when I, no longer, value old fame.

In my day, medical and miracles, went hand-n-hand at play but now, (sit) as host, seated to shame.........."A chair is just a chair, when there's no one setting there."