Yesterday's Man

He has travelled where few men have travelled before In temperatures low as minus sixty or more In the Antartic Winter in the freezing wind driven snow Back when he was younger a long time ago. A shadow of the man he once used to be His hands keep on shaking as he drinks his tea The silver haired fellow he walks with a cane And only the memories with him now remain Of his glorious era when in his life's bloom When he walked from Adelaide via Perth to Broome A fragile old fellow he looks back in pride To when he was famous and known far and wide. He has just turned eighty and humble old Dan Says I had my day I am Yesterday's Man But the young dashing fellows who are now in their prime Will too one day like me become victims of time. He could walk for hours without tiring and he could run fast And though all of his better days now in the past His memory still good and his thoughts are still clear And of the dreaded grim reaper he doesn't hold any fear. The years have left him looking feeble and gray And though he is one who made the most of his day The longest human life in time a short span And the reaper is waiting on Yesterday's Man.