The Table Of Optimism

See that table?
It should only seat six
But I bought an extra two chairs
Thinking optimistically and with great practicality
That in the not too distant future
A blended family would sit , laugh, fight, blend.

Now the table collects dust.
My sons and I take shifts,
Eating dinner in front of the idiot box.
The optimism has gone
But the table remains.

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