The Table and The Chair

I wish not for a lot things, just few.

All I want for now is an Old Table and a Chair New.

A table that has stood the test of time,

So that it could take the weight of my shoulders and my mind.

A table whose surface is softened by time and stays cold in any season,

So  that I could just lay my head down on it, yet be firm as reason.

A chair that is soft and comfortable and  that smells of me,

So that I feel at home on it  and dream into eternity.

A chair that allows me to recline and notice the wider scheme,

But pulls me back just as easily, as I work towards the next dream.

I wish for this to have an ecosystem, that is truly mine.

And the old and new are not a result of economy, but by design.

So that While I make future, without any clue,

I have the present under my back and the history all on the table, in my view.

I wish not for a lot things, just few.

All I want for now is an Old Table and a Chair New.