LIFE OF A SHOVEL
I REMEMBER MY CREATOR
A GREAT BIG BURLY LAD
I WAS SENT OFF TO THE HARDWARE STORE
TO DO THE SAME JOB AS MY DAD.
A YOUNG CHAP CAME A BOUGHT ME
HE TOOK ME TO THE SITE
HE MADE ME WORK FOR HOURS ON END
MORNING NOON AND NIGHT.
MY BLADE IS GOING RUSTY NOW
MY EDGE HAS GONE TO POT
MY SHAFT THAT ONCE WAS RIGID
IS GOING SOFT AND STARTING TO ROT.
I KNOW MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED
I'M PASSED MY USE BY DATE
COULD YOU TAKE ME TO THE FOUNDRY PLEASE
TURN ME INTO SOMETHING MORE ORNATE.
IT'S HARD WORK BEING A SHOVEL
I WANT TO RETIRE.
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2025
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