My Recliner


by Jesse Coghill
Farmer Poet from Jordan


On this cold and blustery day
I dozed the afternoon away.
Stretched out in my old recliner,
Life is fine, in fact it's finer.

Simple joys make life worthwhile --
A cozy house, a rug's soft pile,
This old chair around my body,
A book to read, a good hot toddy.

The telephone disturbs my slumber,
Someone's gotten a wrong number.
I grump a bit and even swear,
Then settle back in my old chair.

Kings sit upon unyielding thrones,
Complaining of their aching bones,
Their rule could be much gentler, kinder,
If they could have my old recliner.

Take away my earthly treasurers,
Take away those simple pleasures,
I'd not complain or be a whiner,
Just let me keep my old recliner.