An Ode to My Sofa – Novid Shaid

An Ode to My Sofa

By Novid Shaid, 2010, copyright

Forgive me my dear sofa,
For my wilful arrogance,
It’s only now I’ve noticed
Your uncanny consciousness.

Your seats are so inviting!
Your back so comforting!
We fall on you for joy and rest
And you oblige our every whim.

For sleeping you indulge us,
You accommodate our guests,
On you we share our hopes and dreams,
And our children spill their breakfast.

But one thing, my dear sofa,
That chills me to the bone,
Is that on the day when time stands still,
You will speak in an honest tone.

When I stand upon the plain,
With my history laid bare,
You will speak of everything
That I did within your care.

Every word and every thought,
Whether pleased or overwrought
On that day you will not hold back
To reveal my every act.

So now I gaze at you, a compound
Of leather and upholstery,
Sitting silently and lifeless
Weakening through maturity

But one day you will awaken
With a voice so clear and free,
When the days and nights have ended
You will reveal our history.