CREATION

One of chair
That, once rocked the youthful ambience
Now of broken legs, dark and mossy
sheding layered paints
Glum, rusted and forlorn;
Was pecking the curse of time
Lay abondoned,
desolate and dejected
Musing cozy dark corner
Far away, from
The sightful sight
Delving apposite
A perennial question
for Why Carpenter
And,its creation