The tree in my front yard

The tree in my front yard,
full of leaves and branches wide.
Reminds me of years past,
when we played in its ample shade.


Some say it is as old as time
All I know is it is from before my time.
It was always there for me 
a silent, sturdy friend in need.


Now people want to cut it down,
build a road to reach town.
They say the tree stands in the way,
Blocking changes coming our way.


I wonder if a day would come,
when a similar fate would befall me?
When I would outlive my need for all 
Will they also cut me down?                                                    
Or simply sending me somewhere far 
a dry  leaf on the road of life.