A young boy was playing in the yard
Digging for buried treasure
Thinking he had struck gold
Unearthing a rusty old horseshoe
He took it inside to cleaned it up
His father helped him oil it
He spent hours playing with it
Throwing it towards a stake in the ground
At night the horseshoe slept by his bed
He picked it up if he had a bad dream
Falling asleep while holding tight
His horseshoe never left his side
He carried it to school in his bag
Placing it on his desk in class
Holding it during his exams
Carrying it to his graduation
He took it on his first date
Introducing it to his girl
She could feel the energy of the horseshoe
As they both held it on their first kiss
The horseshoe came to their wedding
Decorated with white ribbons
Watching over them at the ceremony
They held it proudly for all the photographs
When he got the call from the hospital
He raced there with his horseshoe
Just in time to meet a new arrival
He held his baby son close to his horseshoe
He taught his son to play horseshoe games
Put the horseshoe by his bed when he was sick
Held the horseshoe when his son graduated
He fell ill in his senior years
The horseshoe stayed at his bedside
He held it when he passed away
People gathered at the graveside
Sad faces saying their last goodbyes
The casket was lowered into the hole
His wife was clutching the horseshoe
When she got home she told her son to bury it in his yard
Until his own son was old enough to dig for treasure
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 