Job Done by Norm Murray

My hands are soft.

no disgrace now

perhaps.

But there would've been 

hell to pay

if I'd turned up

on the job

like this.

Tough once.

Could handle anything.

Easy.

No choice

-job to do.

Work or starve.

Time passes.

Things change.

Comfortable now.

Don't want a fuss

-no need for that.

Keep it simple, eh?