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A friend of mine had to take a job doing long-haul truck'n to help cover his bills. (Ministry doesn't pay well I can tell you!) He sent me this poem, claiming he doesn't have the sould of a poet, you decide.

Semi Truck’n Blues
by PastorChuck

I’m leaving out again today
A half a day’s rest
A half a day’s pay
Twenty tons of freight
An old Mack truck
And a headache

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
I’ve heard the poets often say
And when I’m out there all alone
It always seems that way
“Please take care of my family Lord”
For the thousandth time I pray

I call home and she assures me
That every things all right
She tells me that she loves me so
But she can’t sleep tonight
For wishing that I was by her side
So she could hold me tight

All week long I long to be there
To kiss her pretty face
To feel the rapture that true love brings
And see the ecstasy in her face
Hoping that no-one else
Will ever take my place

My heart beats faster with each passing mile
My expectations rise with
One last turn
One last dirt road
One last “Thank You Lord for bring me home’
Echoes through the skies

The dogs are happy to see me
But my kids are in their rooms
My wife, she’s washing dishes
With hands too wet to hug
“The cat messed on the floor again”
“Can you get that off the rug?”

The clothes go in the washer
and I must go off to sleep
And dream of how it should have been
While in my heart I weep
“You going to get up or sleep all day”
“I’ve got to go to town”

“How much money did you make?”
“We’ve got bills to pay”
But I’m ashamed to tell her
How damn little that I made
“We’ll get by” I try to tell her
“It will get better someday”

Another argument
Another disappointment
I don’t know why I go to work
I don’t know why I come home
“That old truck’s the only friend I’ve got”
I pout and then I’m gone

So I’m leaving out again today,
A half a day’s rest
A half a day’s pay
Twenty tons of freight
An old Mack truck
And a headache