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Too proud to sit on the street corner

With a hunk of cardboard,
He drives his aching body
Out the door for one more run.

Leaves behind his loving wife,
His dog, and a host of bills,
While worries and fears
Are his faithful companions.

Wheeling down the road
In every kind of weather,
Trying to make the schedule
And still mind the rules;

Hauling goods and gear
That cost more than
A year’s wages–
And arriving with it all.

Phone at his ear,
A life-line to sanity
Connecting to his center,
Bringing touch of home.

There’s a lot of endless highways
For a trucker on the road alone.

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