In you, my father's tools lie, You house his tools of labour, I look into you and sigh, You still stand even though my father has gone beyond the harbour, I look at you and remember the stories he told, I look at you and I remember how he sojourned in the past, I look at you and remember how he cherished you, Those were days of old, You stood with him until the last, And to his service you were true. Incorrigible toolbox, You've been through thick and thin, This is not a hoax. The tools you have kept clean, You've done much good, I salute your persistence, Praise your dedication, You wore no sombre mood, To your duty, there was no insistence, You spark inspiration. Box of years ago, A keepsake, Your master you have let go, All the time I have I’ll take to keep you, For the years I have to stay, I'll play my part, These years you have lived through, Each nightfall and each day, So we'll stay until I depart. 2nd Place Podium Finish in Poetry Soup.