Sagging sofa cast aside
Biros, coins and forks inside
Trapped behind the buttoned pleats
Of what was once a well-plumped seat.
Long before time took its toll
The five of us would often loll
Snuggled up with books to read
In comfy warm proximity
Sometimes we weren’t there to shout
That’s when the kids would jump about
Performing somewhat daring leaps
And landings on its bouncy seats
That sofa served so many uses
Notwithstanding great abuses,
Soaked up hot repentant tears
And heard us laugh across the years
In the end it had to go
And now it’s rather sad you know
The kids have grown, a new ones safe
And pristine sits in its new space
The old one’s outside in the rain
Unwanted, broken, slightly stained
It’s waiting for one final trip
A short ride to the refuse tip