These Roles Be Reversed
They
pass them up, the drinks and food,
At
least they try to, all day through,
In
the hope that they do some good,
Sometimes
on one’s 12 Hour Debut.
But
they were passed to in their time,
By
kids in shorts on country lanes.
The
rider then was me and I’m
Giving
the same drinks back again.
Man
hands up sustenance to man
In
very much similar style.
They
cover what distance they can,
Something
over two hundred miles.
