Ode to a bar stool

Oh glorious bar stool
Three legged and wise
You are the provider of balance
To a tipsy world

To some you may be normal
Just an everyday thing
But to me
Yes to me
You lift me above the cold ground

A stool made of metal
Would never do
It is bitter, frosty to touch
Its heart is cold

Oh bar stool
Solace for my soul
I shall never depart from thee
Until the bar closes
And it’s time to go home

-Greg Santos 2003