Musings of a Macho Trucker
This was inspired by someone I know. I'm not the trucker - I'm a girl, LOL.
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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--
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.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018