Old Memories, New Beginnings

I look at the once useful table
The one I've loved from the start
I look at it and sigh
I’d loved it with all my heart

The edges chipped and worn away
The chair is full of marks
It still sits, though dilapidated
Like the old mango tree, crumbling in the dark

The overpowering scribbles cover the old worn chair
Piecing together dates and colours and names
The four legs ready to buckle under the weight
From all its playful games

The top is covered in drawings
That reminds me of the good old days
Where nothing ever mattered
Where life passed in a daze

This table was my life
I’d had it since day one
I take a deep breath and sigh
But now it’s time to move on