A sense of regret

When I was a large tree,
a tad taller than the nearest building,
people used to walk past,
hardly pausing to cast
admiring looks at my vast canopy,
wide girth or shiny foliage.

The rare few who stopped,
did so only because
they desperately needed a bit of shade.

Now... when I've lost
my 'green' crowning glory
and you find me looking helpless,
lying broken by the roadside,
hordes of people are stopping
to stare at the strange creature
in their midst, wondering,
if I could be a dinosaur or a dragon
while I wallow in silent agony.







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