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?"