you hold me up
when I have no balance.
you let me rest
when I have no energy left.
you’re held together
by cylinder shaped wood;
I wish my life was that put together.
your cushion top
is there when I need to fall.
you’re an inanimate object
that will always be there,
unlike some people I seem to know.
your color can be changed
like our emotions seem to change.
you have different shapes
you have different figures
just like people in this unordinary world.
to me you’re a creature,
something that’s always gonna be there.
yo won’t turn away
and will catch my falls.
you’re a stool in my life
in my house or classroom.
you don’t have 5 senses
but you’re still always there.
you’re my 4-legged creature…