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.
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