That 'just got out'a bed' look, just got laid, 'real good' look, that, 'accidental' two day growth o' beard, makes 'the boy', look the man, look...well, not quite, but I wont tell 'a cowboy', he's pretend...they never looked, 'that decked out'. I had to 'walk the walk', pass guys, knew I wasn't but 'fools gold'. God! Hard thing to do! So, I know, you youngster's be earn'n your stripes. We all gotta start some place.But, it just makes me groan, and I gotta admit...I got through it, cause 'not all the older guys, had judgmental eyes'. They knew...I was try'n. I know, you be try'n, too.
So, smile:-)
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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