The Employment.

The old man picked up the horseshoes There if found to be threw in neglect The torn ones of no use The old ones no resale values The symbol of hard walks of the horse The difficult journey of run The horseshoes refused to be picked up The only son accompanied the old man He found no use of the same for help In their miserable poverty, nothing to gain Money was scarce, they walked along In the long stretch of journey continued Then the old man saw a workshop That the village people were using He asked the smith to look the horseshoes And if agreeable to give something Where a very small money he got The cost of metal which he purchased the dates The sweet ones to be eaten in the way Though small in quantity he refused to share When the son eagerly looked the father Hoping to get his share for a comfort The burning stomach asked for food The empty purse showed the helplessness At last the old man told to his son Dear one, any thing is valuable And any one is helpful, so follow The line of thought in good ways Here take your share this little dates And speed the journey to the other end Where we can find jobs for life.