ALSphere Foundation
In the corner of the room, Whenever I get a chance,
I find that glance,
I do sometimes stare,
The Empty chair.
Loads of memories,
Flashes through my eyes, and Million of talks and laughter, Echoes my ear.
It has been part of our life, The Empty Chair.
My Grandpa used to read sitting,
Books and Daily Newspapers. My father had his morning tea setting his hair.
I always had a special feeling, Sitting alone due to my shy flair,
It has seen and served three generations here,
My old Friend,
The Empty chair.
