An Old Shovel
Today I forgot how old I was
An extra year now just because
I dug a hole to keep that year at bay
With an old shovel I bury it away
It crept up fast this passing time
So quick I'm not sure it was all mine
So I gather up that 365th day
With an old shovel I bury it away
Odd to think which was the missing year
Where nothing must have happened here
All thoughts of then now in decay
With an old shovel I bury it away
Now deep in the ground, hidden well
An unremarkable year so hard to tell
Of the where or when I buried today
With an shovel it was buried away
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2023
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