Couch

After a hard shift working at the mill I am so excited to come home to a hearty meal While my head is aching and my muscles still hurt I am so very excited to get home from work But before I kiss my wife or my child on the head Even before I take a shower and head off to bed One thing makes me happy so I am not such a crouch That is when I sit down, and relax upon my couch. Made out of wood, and covered with leather My couch is my companion and we are joined together My magazines and mail are placed upon its seat And sometimes when I come home that is where I will eat My child has his table, and my wife has her armchair And I have my own sofa, and it is mine I do declare My chair gives ease, but sometimes it causes me to slouch How much I enjoy that comfort and the softness of my couch. My couch is my comforter and it is my throne It is where I read my paper and where I enjoy being alone It is also where I relax and where my decisions are made And every year from that seat, I enjoy the Christmas parade Sometimes when I am tired, and I need a quick rest That is where I sit, but it’s never available for a guest I always do my best thinking upon that sofa I will vouch The world it is cruel, but it is much kinder when I sit on my couch. Randy L. McClave