A poem written during a philosophy lecture: The chair, once burdened with his bulk Sits idle now, seemingly twiddling its thumbs, The chair once new and gleaming - Glossy pine wood, proudly gleaming night and day, The new-new smell, it cast a spell, The flowers on lillie's bound to fore mentioned pine, The strength, the stability. The strong, the sturdy chair. The man who once laboured to extract himself from the deteriorating chair, Now lays bedridden unable to even twiddle his thumbs. The man once young and strong - Glowing ebony skin, Strapped onto bulging life, Impatient life that hates to toil yet thrives in it, The jet black foliage that caresses his limbs and torso. The youth,the strength, The beauty, the poetry, That was the man. The man, the chair companions in life, Who now part in death. The chair, the man both worn and old now, Await the eye of the fates to turn on them, The chair, who's beauty can be refurbished Sighs as it is hoisted u...