The lorry driver

The lorry driver Poem Lionel Derbyshire He is not at home He is on an open Dark wide road With potholes. His precious home His treasure family Is on his mind. On his shoulders Is a long lorry With everyone's need. Lorry driver His restless arm His calm arm.. With full of hope He drives a load Of provisions. His steering wheel He grips tightly As if he is hugging his Children. His lorry moans The mountains up and down Past midnight In the storm His heart trembles At the sharp bends His sudor drips With gratitude Through the slopes As he lets His lorry slowly roll Into the next town. The lorry driver Also has hopes That his family Is ok at home Like you.. You know.