Hatchet

Looking at your old man hands,
Helping Sam out the car in the car park.
Swear that you were brand new just the other day,
Now your skin's like parchment
Draped all baggy over your bones.
Varicose veins like Roman roads.
How you're getting home from here, nobody knows.

Well "Don't mind me."
Says the hatchet to the tree.
We're all lucky just to be for a little bit.

Edge across the asphalt inch by inch.
How'd you used to run so so fast
Through fields of green?
Gold medal. First place
In the school cross-country race.
Now you're moving at a snail's pace.

Well "Don't mind me."
Says the hatchet to the tree.
We're all lucky just to be for a little bit.

Phil next door had a heart attack.
Cardiac arrest.
He can cut down on red meat
But he can't cut down on stress.
Standing next to you he's still
A young man more or less.

I took a total tally of the books that I had read
In a year and timesed it by the years I thought I might have left
Based on the life expectancy of males in my family.
I did not like the answer that I got.



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