Old Shovel
An old shovel I used to plant the wild seeds of my dream
It helped me dig across the soaring skyline seam
Its sharpness could dig even the hardest soil
As long as I was willing to toil
It helped me through the hard days of my life
Its toughness inspired me like my wife
With it, I dug treasures of golds and silvers
It helped me dig across wild rivers
But now the old shovel is so tired and weary
Of digging the pages of my story
In the old corner it now sits to retire
Hoping it could charm some young souls to inspire
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