No One Remembers

This world wasn’t a nicest fit for me But I lived here for awhile I’m a spirit of a tall leafy tree A tree with indefinite lovely smile I provided shade when it was hot A shelter from rains when it poured My meekness was noticed, so I’ve finally got A typical fate to be cut into boards I’ve been carved into a table and put In some pub, where the visitors discuss Football and politics, but I think of my root Where is it now, in what pile of dust As a table, I’m just an indifferent plank Detached from the time, when I was tall I try to forget how they chopped my trunk I can’t get over to be so small By slicing me up into separate planks They’ve made a complete fool out of me I’d love to express my ironical thanks But no one remembers a tall tree.