My Grandfather's Chair

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“My Grandfather’s Chair”

Here I sit in my grandfather’s chair,
Like I had done so many times before,
It’s easy to see,
Some things will always change,
And new things come around,
It’s people, who may start the fires,
But other people will have to watch what burns down,
Tragedy is like a melody and it’s engraved in my brain,
Stuck on this one single verse,
I rehearse my lines like a good actor should,
But know to prepare for the worst,

And as I sit in my grandfather’s chair,
Like I had done so many times before,
It’s easy to see,
I watch the people change,
And new ones come around,
The carvings in the wood are like memories,
All broken yet secure,
The news plays on in the background,
But I have yet to hear a single word,
My cousin’s footsteps run by as my smile widens,
He is now the child for why I am reminded,

And here I sit in my grandfather’s chair,
Like I had done so many times before,
I watch emotions change,
And new ones come around,
It’s easy to see,
Why I must keep up the fight,
Why I must march forward,
It’s to protect his right,
So one day he can be sure,
And sit in my grandfather’s chair,
Like I had done so many times before.