A chair for comfort is the past <br />be careful of its charm. <br />At first its kiss gives sweetness <br />as it holds you in its welcome arms. <br />The dreamer sleeps long in its bed, <br />holding back the dawn. <br />Trading all tomorrows <br />so that nighttime can drag on. <br />Here the air is stale <br />and you cannot bring a friend. <br />An old song dims reality, <br />then asks you to come in. <br />Shadows are its tenants, <br />with faces we recall. <br />A shell of memories come to life <br />from pictures on the wall. <br />Desperate is loneliness, <br />its reach goes deep within. <br />Once rising from its chair, <br />we can clearly see its sin.<br /><br />Bill Cantrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-in-the-past-10/