Poem: The Delight of the Room

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The Delight of the Room

A simple wooden stool.
Wood. Leather. Small.
Almost lost in the baroque museum,

To you, the delight of the room.

About this poem

At times, I feel like life is a struggle to have just little enough that nothing gets lost, and everything gets appreciated.

Be well. Travel wisely,

Tom

PS The picture was taken at the Hyde, a small museum in Glens Falls, NY, over a year ago.

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