Sweat rolls down your arm into a calassed hand....
Not many will truly ever understand.....
For to build a load with skill learned from time...
To appease contractors and management everytime...
As the sweat or cold rolls off without notice...
You pray for life's calm solstice...
A reprieve...a break....time to think....
About all else except the job....so...you drink....
To ease the ache's...subside the pain....
For tomorrow...you'll get up and do it all again....
And will anyone notice?? Except a few...??
Who have actually walked in your shoes!!?.....
So when things are good.....all should be good right!??
At least that's how we all sleep at night.....
But when things get lean its the dog who's not fed....
Who goes to bed hungry..who goes to bed mislead....
For a dog is dispensible....easily replaced....
Until you look the next dog inthe eye....
You read his desire...you read his face....
For a load will always be a load....
And hard work will always be hard work...
But its a Yard Dog that gets it done.....
When everyone else is acting like a Jerk....
For we sweat....as it rolls down our arms...
Not truly understanding doing ourself harm....
For the toll it takes on muscles and joints....
Waking up sore and making no brownie points....
For Yard Dogs don't give...Yard Dogs don't ask....
And they don't ever truly kiss anyones ASS......
For when the work needs to be done......
And time's over for the fun.....
You better have a Yard Dog that's ready to RUN!!!!!
