A Spare Chair

I was left in this house
Unloved,a sad and lonely life,
Hoping that no one
Would add to my strife.

I was a part of this home
The family welcomed my use,
But now, I feel unwanted
Like an item none would choose.

Alas,today, it's not to be
As, almost from day one
It seems that all my stuffing
Shall be pulled out all along.

Nobody treats me kindly
I'm kicked and knocked each day;
Still, I hope that a neighbour
Will visit like a sunny day.

But no, there's no respite,
No one looks at my fragile frame
With a sense of affection,
It seems my age is to blame.

When I was much younger
Heads would often turn to see
My elegant, beautiful looks
And sit in my company.

But now I’m left in the corner
Gathering cobwebs and dust,
Aging ungraciously,
Feeling sad, and lacking in trust.