The Joys of Mining
Mining as a metaphor suggests,
our mental caverns hold many a gem.
The miner's drunk, and broken tools condemn
his mine to stay unworked. Unwanted pests,
infest its entrances, and soon the lease
expires. Awakening to higher ways
of thinking brings a wealth of inner peace.
Here protrayed, the jewels are little rays
of light, that signal where to excavate.
The miner is, of course, the thinking brain
drunk on dreamer's brew, while tools translate
as thoughts unfit to harvest the terrain.
Rigid habits prowl one's every move
prohibiting new prospects to intrude.
When Death makes void your lease, you'd better prove
you've gold to pay your claim, if not, you're screwed!