THE EMPTY CHAIR
It Brings back a lot of memories
when I look and see no one there,
my Dad and I playing Checkers but
now just an empty chair.
Just to hear him laugh once more
or tell me it's getting late, it won't
be long when I see him again just
inside the Eastern Gate.
He tried to teach me how to play but
I was young and didn't understand,
he would give away one or two
and still have the winning hand.
I often times catch myself looking
with a stare, wishing just once more
he would be in that empty chair.
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