There is nothing more distressing
Observing a deck chair that is bored
Always waiting for an attendant
Who will make them comfortable
It’s quite a lonesome vocation
Laying still near the indoor pool
Standing at ease in white plastic
Waiting for the hours Renewal
Sometimes it will get a family
Breaking up a day’s holiday
On others it could be a lawyer
Looking for a rest from the quay
But mostly it sits there forlorn
Marooned in somber etiquette
Immersed by riddling currents
Of Tropical ghost light silhouettes
For how will a lounge chair relax?
If it should remain unemployed
Constantly in need of a subject
To keep an annulment from the void
One day it will find contentment
Someone to fill in the right mould
Laughing in personal triumph
When it finds that person called home
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