There are different colored chairs in the grass
That I could sit in or not.
This is just like life.

All the chairs are empty
But there they are, someone
Has sat there before

I wonder who put them out,
Set them just right, angled
With good intentions

They were expecting people
Who might want to sit down
Sadly or calmly or pensively

Perhaps there was a little concert
Or a speech by somebody
Or there was lightning

I am walking by the chairs
Soon I will have walked by them
But I have sat in chairs before

They will be behind me
And I won’t think of them again
Or not those exact chairs.