Chairs

How chairs are made,

Whoever makes he never sits.

I don't know 

Why are empty chairs exposed?

Sometimes we used to sit there,

Chatting with friends,

Some girls played

Wandering around,

Memories were waking up ever,

Many dreams bloomed,

Now people don't go there,

They are angry with their own eyes,

At home

The sofa is planted.

Empty chairs are now missing

Waiting, in the sabre.

Chairs are never anybody's,

Time plays out.