Just a Kid

 

Just a Kid

 

So what’s another forty-feet of trench?

It isn’t like you’re old or anything.

Let geezers whine about their aches and pains.

You thought that thirty-five was ancient, old,

Beyond the pale, decrepit. You are just

A kid. Now double thirty-five and then

We’ll talk about your shoulder and your back,

And maybe then you’ll get some sympathy.

Poor baby. No one cares when you are young

And you complain that you are getting old.

So get your shovel out and start to dig!

You won’t be double thirty-five for months.

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