A Hole Full of Tears
While cleaning out my garage yesterday
I FOUND A SHOVEL, BROKE, RUSTED AND OLD
To think, that I had almost threw it away
I couldn't, IT HAS STORIES TO BE TOLD
It had been used by many hands- long gone
My grandfather purchased it years ago
Hanging on the hook it's always been on
Still here all these years, little did he know
My father dug worms with it for fishing
My brothers used it to bury our cat
My mother used it for her gardening
Everyone had used it for this or that
Somehow, this shovel that's been here for years
Had dug a hole, in my heart WITH TEARS
I found a shovel
while cleaning out my garage
still here all these years
A shovel, broke, rusted and old...it has stories to be told, with tears
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