Plastic Chair Poem – By Desmond Kelly
I keep getting older (which is a shame), but at least, I do not have to sit in any plastic chairs, anymore, and for this, I am exceedingly grateful.
I feel very sorry for Trevor, but feel that even though we @ e’Lanka have already been thru this, I have to thank Keith Bennett for sending this terrifying ‘post’ in once again in order to give us something to think about, before we sit down again. Thanks also go out to the narrator of this amazing piece of poetry. His voice comes out at us loudly and clearly, as we reach out to the tissue boxes beside us, to wipe out a tear or two, on behalf of Trevor.
Desmond Kelly. (Mr.Music).
(Editor-in-Chief).. e’Lanka.
