For the best time of forty years, they stuck together.
Shared their laughs, their tears, their thoughts, and their fears.
But not too soon, one had to part ways
and yet his chair always held his place.
For another decade, they stood side by side
Shared their fears and their shoulders while they cried.
Alas, time is a ruthless overlord but in a friend’s guise:
for soon enough the next one had experienced demise.
For a period of five years they both met, but rarely would they speak to.
T’was difficult to remember one name – and too much to ask to remember two.
Heart, nerve and sinew cannot be forced to serve past their turn
and one of them had his lifeline end up in the ashes of an urn.
The last of them stood gazing with a smile on his face
for the four chairs never failed to amaze.
Why they stood there, together alone, he never could understand –
yet he felt for his whole life, he could just look on without reprimand.
So he lived his remaining life by the lawn with the chairs
and no joy could outlive his – not even a billionaire’s.
As he was let down for the one last time – they say he had a smile
for who else could boast of a friendship that only time could defile?
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