The Chair

Abandoned, Abstract, Covered With Fine Particles of Yesteryear's Past
Quiet Footsteps, Sterned Calloused Hands Arrives to Deliver It From A Torched Assignment
Meticulously Placed With Antiques From Afar
A Watchful Eye, Compassionate, Delicate Caresses Carefully Restores The Life Of A Monumental Treaure That Will Soon Be Revealed
The Art, The Determination
Mist-Filled Eyes, Passionate Sighs Gives Revelation Of What Has Been Hidden; Is Starting to Unfold
Of The Initials This Ol' Wicker Wheelchair Beholds
For F.D.R., The Monarch Of Long Ago
Such a Grand Honor This Chair Will Bestow
For A Sleeping Legend Has Now Been Awakened
To The Historical and Political Charms
That Now Can Not Be Forsaken
From Out Of The Shadows, An Honored Solider Stands Proud and Erect
Quietly Winks and Whispers In Great Magnitude
Welcome Home, Mr. President, Welcome Home...