Too many times, I am just a chair in the corner
Most people don't notice me
Nobody picks me
They find no comfort with me
Some sit at the table
Some in the floor
Some would rather stand
But all walk right passed me when they walk out the door
Useless, decrepit, worn out and junk
If someone could see the potential
Take the time to refurbish me
Take me home, use me, find comfort with me
I might not become just another nursing home donation
