I was ten feet tall and bulletproof back then. Not any longer; age has given me the wisdom to know the disaster that befalls such foolishness over time.
So, here's a song for the working man.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Sixteen Tons
I'm in my fortieth year of working. My body can't do it, but my mind still remembers carrying two sheets of plywood across a bridge with ease. That, and drinking like a sailor half the night, getting up early and putting in 10 hours in a blazing sun.
I was ten feet tall and bulletproof back then. Not any longer; age has given me the wisdom to know the disaster that befalls such foolishness over time.
So, here's a song for the working man.
I was ten feet tall and bulletproof back then. Not any longer; age has given me the wisdom to know the disaster that befalls such foolishness over time.
So, here's a song for the working man.
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If I tried to work like I did when I was young, it would kill me off for sure. If I knew then what I know now, it is likely I wouldn't have put this body through so much abuse. Like my Dad said, "Too soon old - too late smart."
ReplyDeleteWe're our worst enemies. Still, I'd rather be a little worn, than completely out of shape.
DeleteConsidering my age, my weight, and what I can still do, my doctor hasn't any complaints. That's a good thing.