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