DON’T LET THE OLD MAN IN

County music master Toby Keith left us for the Grand Ole Opry in the sky. Mr. Keith was only sixty-two when he passed last month after a brave battle with cancer. It’s a sad loss, not just for America, but to the entire entertainment world. A brilliant singer, songwriter, producer, actor, and businessman is gone.

Toby Keith started his career in 1998 with his debut super-hit How Do You Like Me Now? Over the next twenty-six years, he recorded five albums that went gold or better. Outstanding are the songs he wrote: American Soldier, Should’ve Been a Cowboy, Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue, and I Love This Bar.

Of all the songs Mr. Keith wrote, played, and produced, there’s one I think is superb. Just transcendent. That’s Don’t Let The Old Man In.

Story goes is that Toby Keith met Clint Eastwood at an event. (Eastwood, now ninety-three, is currently directing and producing his newest upcoming movie titled Juror No. 2.) Keith asked Eastwood what the secret was for staying so active and healthy at his advanced age. This is what Clint Eastwood said:

“Every day when I wake up, I don’t let the old man in. My secret has been the same since 1959—staying busy. I never let the old man into the house. I’ve had to drag him out because he was already comfortably settled, bothering me all the time, leaving no space for anything other than nostalgia.

You have to stay active, alive, happy, strong, and capable. It’s in us, in our intelligence, attitude, and mentality. We are young, regardless of our ID. We must learn to fight to not let the old man in.

That old man awaits us, stationed and tired by the side of the road to discourage us. I don’t let the old, critical, hostile, envious spirit in—the one that scrutinizes our past to tie us up with complaints and distant anxieties, or relived traumas and waves of pain.

You have to turn your back on the old murmurer, full of rage and complaints, lacking courage, denying himself that old age can be creative, determined, and full of light and projection.

Aging can be pleasant and even fun if you know how to use your time if you’re satisfied with what you’ve achieved, and if you still maintain enthusiasm. That’s called not letting the old man into the house.”

These words immensely resonated with Toby Keith. They inspired him to write Don’t Let The Old Man In which is dedicated to the legend who is Clint Eastwood. Here are the lyrics:

Don’t let the old man in
I wanna live me some more
Can’t leave it up to him
He’s knocking on my door

And I knew all of my life
That someday it would end
Get up and go outside
Don’t let the old man in

Yeah, many moons I have lived
My body’s weathered and worn
Ask yourself how old would you be
If you didn’t know the day you were born
 

Try to love on your wife
And stay close to your friends
Toast each sundown with wine
Don’t let the old man in

Yeah, many moons I have lived
My body’s weathered and worn
Ask yourself how old would you be
If you didn’t know the day you were born

When he rides up on his horse
And you feel that cold bitter wind
Look out your window and smile
Don’t let the old man in

Look out your window and smile
But don’t let the old man in

This story—the lyrics, the music, and the video—resonates with me. I’m sixty-seven, and to some, I’m an old man. But I don’t see myself that way. To me, I’m more productive/busy than I was in my thirties and forties. And my productivity/busyness keeps increasing.

I’m blessed with longevity genes. I lead a healthy, balanced lifestyle. I eat somewhat carefully. I don’t smoke—a guaranteed early death sentence. I’m a sociable drinker until I’ve been drinking (sometimes not much, other times a wee bit too much vacation juice). And I’ve never done drugs in my life.

I’m active. My wife of forty-one years and I stick-walk. We try for 4-5K steps per day. On an ambitious one, Rita and I’ll do 10-12K, but that’s pushing it. I have a proportionate weight-to-height ratio and get proper sleep. My stress level doesn’t exist, and at my last medical checkup Doc Schulson said I was operating like a 30-year-old.

And I have a purpose. A definite purpose with a burning desire to achieve that definite purpose. That’s to create content and complete the 26-episode City Of Danger netstreaming series.

I never gave much thought to why I’m like this. Not ’til I heard Don’t Let The Old Man In and understood the lyrics. I guess I’m this way because I won’t let the old man in.

I’ve seen too many retirees die early—no purpose—succumbed to nostalgia—the coffee shop glide—the rocking chair ride—they let the old man in, and he up & choked them to death from behind.

Watch Toby Keith perform Don’t Let The Old Man In at the People’s Choice Country Awards. It was recorded several months before he died, and knew he was dying, and he knew this might be his last public performance. Watch his signal at the end. It might make you cry.

12 thoughts on “DON’T LET THE OLD MAN IN

  1. JILLIAN BULLOCK

    This is one of my favorite posts. Very touching. Love it. Although I’m a filmmaker, I’ve always wanted to write a crime fiction novel. Now, at 62, I’m writing Shadows of Love, Betrayal & Murder. As long as you can draw breath, it’s never too late to follow your dreams. Thanks Clint Eastwood, thanks Toby Keith and thanks Garry for sharing this inspiration post.

    1. Garry Rodgers Post author

      Hi Jillian! Nice to hear from you and that you’re keeping active! You’re right about following dreams and having a purpose – I say that’s the secret to longevity. That and not taking a seat by the door of a 737. Enjoy your day, week, and the years of writing/producing ahead of you!

  2. Harvey Stanbrough

    Garry, great post. This is exactly why, although I started writing novels at 62 years old (i’ll be 72 later this year) I’ve turned out 87 noves and am workin on the 88th as I write this. When anyone comments on my age, I smile and tell them I’m actually 26, but I was “rode hard and put away wet.” 🙂 Keep going, my friend. You have much to give the world. I also turn out an instructional Journal for writers almost every day, plus all the short stories, novellas and nonfiction books I’ve written. Y’just gotta keep going.

    1. Garry Rodgers Post author

      Thanks, Harvey. I was thinking about you earlier this morning as I was prepping this piece – haven’t heard from you in awhile, and I see you’re as productive as ever. For Dyingwords followers who don’t know Harvey or aren’t familiar with his work, here’s the link to his website and list: https://harveystanbrough.com/ BTW, it was Harvey who introduced me to Dean Wesley Smith’s style called Writing Into The Dark. For me, Dean and Harvey’s method was a game-changer. Thanks, my old friend!

  3. Cecilia Marie Pulliam

    Great post. Just goes to show that you don’t have to let age slow you down. I’m 71 and I’m doing as much, if not more, than I did at 20 and 30 – even physically. But I’ve always kept busy. Even during my cancer diagnosis, mastectomy, and reconstruction, the moment the doctor released me to do whatever I wanted physically, I was out landscaping, including carrying landscaping rocks from point A to Z. Between the yard work, yoga, resistance workouts with weights, and housework, I’ve not slowed down at all. Then, there’s oil painting, blogging, and writing to keep up the mental acuity.( Just published my 9th book.) 😀

    Glad to hear you’re not letting the old man in either.

    1. Garry Rodgers Post author

      Now this is an inspirational comment, Cecilia. Thanks for sharing your story. I suspect there are a few more older persons out there who refuse to let the old person in. I’d love to hear from them. I posted this piece on the Kill Zone site several days ago, and it went over well. I dedicated it to my 75-year-old friend and mentor who, at his age, becomes more creative every day. You should see his artwork: https://edhillart.com/

        1. Garry Rodgers Post author

          He is widely talented, Cecilia. He’s also a superb writer and speaker. I worked with him on a painting project and was blown away by his creativity process.

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