the room and find a chair.
it's not
the chair you
would have chosen
had the room been empty,
but
the others
are nearly all full.
you sit
there all day,
and the next day.
it is the chair where
they find you,
it's where
they expect you to be
from this point
forward.
as time moves
on
the wind changes your
hair to grey,
your body has aged,
you carry
more weight.
your hand is slow to
rise
when called upon.
one day,
you pass away and your
chair is empty for
a day,
but soon the room
is full again,
someone has taken
your place.
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