I had to put the shovel down, the hole was deep enough,

With your help I climbed on out, and buddy, it was rough.

Then there was more work to do, it didn't look like fun,

And there was part of me that wanted to just run.

When I looked up at that mountain I just saw sand and stone,

I didn't see the flecks of gold that would surely guide me home.

The sand and stone would sharpen me but special was the gold,

For with each tiny nugget, sobriety did unfold!