Not Wanted

Not Wanted I used to be the main part of a sectional, You know, the part that is so heavy, Cause in it I have a bed Heavy as led. I used to look so pretty in my newer days, But then, then they moved away, “No place for everything” A death ring. I must say they really did try however As they crammed my large family in, We took too much space for sure, But intentions had been pure. So pretty of maroon were we all together Soon they will go and I’ll be left. Now they moved away again My family away to send. This new place they like so very much My brethren were given away, And all alone I sit here I too will go, I fear. You see this place is much smaller for sure Not really any room for me to stir, There are problems with my size Soon I’ll be gone I realize. I’m living on borrowed time, I am it’s true No longer whole or band new, I’m not wanted anymore Soon it’s out the door. It is so hard to loose my family parts As I grow older as time passes, I am taking up needed room And I can feel my doom. Then one day I heard a real loud knock “I need a extra bed” I heard say, “Such a pretty little couch (Good for a slouch.) “This is just what I need” I heard him say He bought me for my couch and bed, I’m now so happy, plenty room No longer do I live in doom. Like the couch life takes many changing turns And we can experience a brand new life, When we seek the right ways to go Life can change don’t you know. by, Marie D. Glass 5/25/06 November 4, 2006 ©2006 Rhymer