I was a glory
of yesteryears
fine men and women
dined on me
I listened
to their stories
of loyalty
deceit
victory
loss
birth
death
I shone and was strong
I continued serving
my purpose
until I was put out
in sun and rain
I am the glory
of yesteryear
26.06.09
WordsWorthMillions 
What an enjoyable poem to read…love the personification of the furniture…very nicely done!
I am glad you liked it. I saw the furniture on a journey and continued seeing it whenever I travelled the same way for last few years. Looking at them gave birth to this poem. 🙂
Isn’t it amazing what inspires us to write.
Of course, and those inspirations come at all times. 🙂
Lovely, really enjoyed this poem, I have a poem I once wrote about an old step ladder.
Inspiration comes in everything and every place, I guess, if we are willing to see it. Thanks for dropping by.