Miners

I was thinking about mining today.  I used to be quite interested in finding neat rocks.  I remember smashing certain rocks with a sledgehammer to harvest the sweet, sweet garnets inside.  Then covetously storing said garnets in a secret box.  I often want to ask people what they would be doing at this point in the summer at age 8-10.  For me, it's smashing rocks to harvest garnets.

I went to the mountain to try and mine gold

But lost my pickaxe on the way

And do you know how much pickaxes cost?

I don't, but I've nothing to pay

So I took a deep breath and I entered the mine,

Hoping to find me a jewel,

But busted up roots were all I could find,

I foolishly felt like a fool

Since things were all wrong,
I hummed by best song,

There's a silver lining

To all this ma-lining

I felt something crawling its way up my arm

A beautiful beetle vermillion

I dropped him off lightly, and picked up a stone

Older than me by the billions

Twas then that I realized the sum of my parts

And this is the point of my story

Down in the depths of a dusty old mine

I silently struck a satori.

And I left without gold and I left without jewels

My mining sack sad and berefted

But on my way home I found my pickaxe

Right in the spot I had left it.