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THE OLD LEATHER CHAIR

 

Sometimes in the middle of the night

When everyone else was tucked up tight

I would creep downstairs to our front room

To see my friend the man in the moon

Somehow it always had to be there

Me alone in that big leather chair

There was no other place I could be

I looked at him he listened to me

 

I cannot tell you the hours I spent

As I wondered where my good friend went

Those nights when the clouds hid him from view

And when he was only half there too

The best nights were when his face was full

Shining his silver light over all

They said that if you believed it true

A magic spell he would cast for you

 

He'd the power to affect the tides

Everybody knows that far and wide

I only knew that I never told

Any others the secrets that would unfold

As I gazed up and whispered my dreams

No answers were given but it seemed

Sometimes I swear I saw him winking

But maybe that was just me blinking

 

Night after night in my thirteenth year

I'd creep down the stairs and see him there

With a smile he'd be waiting for me to appear

And slide down into that big old chair

I told my Mum that is what he did

She said you're a crazy mixed up kid

Staring at the moon will turn your head

You'd be far better off up in bed

 

Many years have passed since I was here

Back in the arms of the leather chair

"...And now we come to lot fifty one"

The words shocked me for now it was done

I'd daydreamed as my home disappeared

Under the hammer of auctioneers

At least I'd got what I wanted though

And I stroked the chair that I loved so.