What Do You See?

What do you see

When I'm sat in my chair?

Do you see the young man who never would sit down

And never have been caught dead in a chair

Who would rather set it alight and be up for the fight

Or do you see the drained old man without the wit or care

To free himself from his comfort snare?


I feel you measure me with your look

However softly sent

Within our share of living room

The afternoon has waited too long and has left

I ponder these questions I never dare ask

I haven't the courage to hear your answer.

(c) S Evans 2015