November 18, 2014 Tom Atkins Poem: The Chair The Chair The chair in the garden beckons, but you pass it by, too busy battling your demons to claim the thing you need the most, rest. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...
So true, so true. I wish I had written this. Thanks, Tom!