Musings of a Macho Trucker

I’m a long-legged guy, A macho man, if you will, Tho still I fell for Little Blue Eyes, When on the highway I was drawn Into a Little Town church, To give thanks for spared hurts And wrecks when a truck driver drives. There I met a tiny little girl that made my world, As real as the road singing songs. She made my ham and eggs, And filled brown lunch bags with love-- And prayed. The years went by and When I was gone, She studied and prayed and Made us a home. Now I’ve hung up the trucker’s gloves, And hold her bare hands, giving my love To the studies that made her a preacher. She serves the Lord and I serve her, Those blue eyes watch her man hear her sermons For her tiny body holds a heart Big enough for the both of us, God and the mellowed macho man.