by Novid Shaid, 2010, copyright

.

Forgive me my dear sofa,

For my wilful arrogance,

It’s only now I’ve noticed

Your uncanny consciousness.

.

Your seats are so inviting!

Your back so comforting!

We fall on you for joy and rest

And you oblige our every whim.

.

For sleeping you indulge us,

You accommodate our guests,

On you we share our hopes and dreams,

And our children spill their breakfast.

.

But one thing, my dear sofa,

That chills me to the bone,

Is that on the day when time stands still,

You will speak in an honest tone.

.

When I stand upon the plain,

With my history laid bare,

You will speak of everything

That I did within your care.

.

Every word and every thought,

Whether pleased or overwrought

On that day you will not hold back

To reveal my every act.

.

So now I gaze at you, a compound

Of leather and upholstery,

Sitting silently and lifeless

Weakening through maturity

.

But one day you will awaken

With a voice so clear and free,

When the days and nights have ended

You will reveal our history.