When I was a boy
I fell out of a tree
Almost broke my back
Took months to heal properly
My very first thought
After making this fall
Was "the hospital bill
Will ruin us all"
My parent's pocketbook
Wasn't doing too good
My father's temper
Disposed to bad moods
Didn't tell that I had fell
Blamed only myself
For playing in trees
Being stupid and free
I tried to play football
Just to make my dad proud
Other kids saw my weakness
And gleefully piled on
Tried bearing the weight of the world
Held it close to my chest
A twelve-year-old boy
Playing Atlas for the rest