Trucker poetry
821 views · Published 11 February 2015 · 4:58 · Indexed 6 November 2026
Channel: BCtruck, BC Blades · 2015 · Education
whiskey and cigarettes demanded a price Years of hard living took years off my life When I look in a mirror,this is what I see 30 years of trucking looking back at me its been a great run with the peaks and the valleys now sitting under the oak tree is my grand finale I had my fill of terror and excitement I made it through all that without an indictment The pain and the loss have had no equal its the end of my road and there wont be a sequal all those years, my face in the wind I met a lot of folks and I may have even sinned I have no regrets,its the life I chose I rambled and I wandered and I followed my nose I rolled with the punches and I kept on truckin I did it until that life started suckin You see, they just cant stand to see a spirit on the loose They reigned us all in,said our speed was profuse They put computers on the engines so now they had the power to rule the last cowboys from their ivory tower The cops soon realized , that now it was neat to pick the bones of trucking of its last bit of meat The wild,free and scofflaws are now gone forever replaced by those who think trucking is a simple endeavor But no regrets, it's the life I chose I rambled and I wandered and I followed my nose I rolled with the punches,and I kept on truckin I did it till the job started really suckin It used to be a choice you made,trucking,or life now theres no commitment ,you can even bring your wife it took arms of steel to turn that wheel power steering is great,but it took away the feel and last and final thing,that kept the weak from disguising was the 13 gears that took skill to be driving bubba,hank and lefty,are names from old school replaced by muhamed,kaleef and abdul It was a sad day for me, when trucking died Ive never fit in anywhere else I applied trucking was tough and yes it was dirty but I packed 90 years of living into just over 30 I sit beside the woodstove The dog is on my lap Away from all the noises That could interupt his nap The ugliness of living starts to melt itself away The cost of being human Is a price we all must pay My feet are getting warm now My heart begins to slow The fire crackles quietly As I watch the yellow show My mind begins to wander Through the years that made my life Before I was a trucker Before I met my wife I sift through all the memories I pick out some I like The time I caught that great big trout And my first 10 speed bike My legs have finally warmed now My muscles have relaxed The dog is running in his sleep Protecting us from attacks I come across some memories That I choose not to stir Its best I leave them lying In the darkness where they were Its soulful introspection That helps to smooth the way to get up every morning grateful for another day I am an amazon affiliate , Shopping through my link doesn't cost you a thing, but I get a small fee when you do. Thanks! https://amzn.to/2VKQjIV
