Why does the miner mine away in dark and dusty holes?
Toiling deep in dirty earth - slowly growing old?
Investing time and sweat and life?
Sacrifice and pain and strife?
It's all for gold
That shining ray!
That thing which carries weight and sway!
It'll keep him safe!
It'll keep him warm!
(Granted though, not in that form)
He has invested through his past...
To make his happy future last!
Mole
Your musings inspired me....
Digging, digging, digging
For his future home
Not of timber and glass
But of dirt and stone
Worms are landlords
Asking for rent
Demanding payment
Time has spent
Wow! I really really like
Wow! I really really like that. Thanks a ton for the comment and checking my poems out! :D