Of the old wicker chair

I sat and looked at my friend, the graceful old
Wicker Chair
My father and I, to him would tend, the aging old
Wicker Chair
Just to reminisce, I sometimes sit there, the dreamy old
Wicker Chair
I can laugh with no care, the playful old
Wicker Chair
My mum would carefully knit, the steady old
Wicker Chair
I could jump up and just fit, the familiar old
Wicker Chair

Pulling out the duster, I spruce, the dirty old
Wicker Chair
To what have you been reduced, the forgotten old
Wicker Chair