Such Is Life

The old patio furniture set idle
Its umbrella slightly askew
Faded to yellow and brittle
Many years since it was new

I could hear a voice that chimed
So clear from beneath its shade
An echo from a long ago time
A memory that will surely fade

I felt the uncertainty of its age
As I pondered its rusting metal
Like melting ice in an empty tray -
The lemonade was not on the table

I felt a sadness and despair
For the umbrella had no purpose
So twisted brittle and bare
Such is life and its curses