Dig

With shovel in hand
I dig a little deeper
Leaving no soil unturned
To appease the grim reaper

Bury me he will not
In this dirt I see
Because beneath it are the answers
That will set me free

He said the end is death
And life is a hoax
But I just poke something
With my shovel
And it ain’t dead folks

It grabbed me by the head
And threw something in my eyes
I saw the world differently
It told me it was not surprised

It spoke softly then it yelled
“Unlearn the crap you were
taught,
The grim reaper chased you here
Because it was you that I sought.â
€�

Death is not the end
Misinterpretation is the sin

Once the truth sinks in
You’ll throw that shovel away
Digging is for the student
Planting for the wise
Living is for those
Who can see beyond the eyes

Billie Hill


Poetry Index