The armchair

In a little cove amongst the rocks
There is an armchair on the beach
The tide is coming in
But the armchairs' out of reach
It's lying on its' side
But it doesn't look out of place
As it rests upon the silky sand
It's got its' breathing space.

There is a man on the beach
Sitting on the rocks
He's got his jeans rolled up,
No socks
Feet dangled in the sea
I look at him,
He looks at me
And I try to understand
As I stand there on the strand
Why isn't he sitting in the armchair
On the sand?

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