When smoking and drinking is all that you do.
Image by Neil. Moralee
With a beard as grey as a thundercloud,
He’d tell stories that made a young heart proud,
Of brotherhood formed on dusty roads,
Through laughter, sorrow, and pain.
He sang the ballad of his life’s ride,
Hard drinking, smoking, with nothing to hide,
Through highs and lows, the wind his guide,
He roared with the thunder, never lost his stride.
Wellington, Somerset, UK
I don’t know why but this shot make me think of the Black Sabbath track "Fairies Wear Boots", the title of this shot is a line from the lyrics.
