well i ll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle for a lifetime of watching from the stands his stetson was faded and battered and worn the stubble of his beard showed flex of gray his limp was severe cause a leg had been torn by a bronc in his rodeo days he hung round the chutes while we waited to mount with a vague look of longing in his eyes he spoke very few words but he made em count he was broken forgotten but wise he said life s is just like ridin broncs its a battle then he rolled a cigarette with shaky hands son i ll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle for a lifetime of watching from the stands i noticed the cigarette burns on his vest and the rembrandt of a dream left in his eyes the boys said he could have well been the best had not fate cheated him of his prize oh but i learned a lesson that i never known from this guy who d been busted so bad it s better to ride even if you get throwed than to wind up just wishing you had he said life s is just like yes i ll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle for a lifetime of watching from the stands