The Lifetime Of A Table

the table was fun
where once games were played
with children who carried smiles
the sun shining upon the different grains
while wood would come alive
many a tear was shed by each one
many a laughter was heard
plenty of books were opened and closed
stories foretold to be heard
but as time went on the table grew empty
a shadow now sits on the grain
no more the laughter the fun and the games
nothing now not even names