Futility
I dig to plant, I dig to eat;
I dig to hide, I dig to live.
I dig today, I dig for tomorrow
Everyday I dig till I can dig no more.
Dig dig dig. Call me "Digger."
I'm a Digger with a digger
I dig because I was told to.
My father dug, now I dig.
In search of gold I keep digging
In search of treasure I keep going
Ignoring the pain and discomfort
Of tired bones impaling my skin.
I used to dig little holes
Now I've been elevated;
Now I dig holes fit for humans;
Now my holes are too pricey for seeds.
Black years have come and gone
Grey years are almost spent
Tired, weary and used, I wonder
"Who would dig a hole for me?"
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