The old oak cabinet,
That sat in our house,
Was carved from a tree,
That stood mighty and proud.
And when it was time,
For it to finally be felled,
The woodsman who cut it,
Gave it a deserving farewell.
When brought to a carpenter,
Who worked with his hands,
He chiselled and sawed,
And carefully followed his plans.
Until one day he stood,
And the tree was reborn,
As a family heirloom,
Which in this place it stood firm.
But alas all that's left,
Is a great empty space,
For in this fast-paced age,
Such an heirloom's a waste.
