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Thursday, April 15, 2010

A Truck Driving Life

A Truck Driving Life

Blacktop calls out to me,
White lines lead me away,
I sing along with the radio,
Listen to audio books each day.

Big city lights all shining bright,
Once made me smile and dream,
Now they just mark off the miles,
They’re not as beautiful as they seem.

Back when I was a younger man,
With so much world left to see,
Everyday felt like an adventure,
Change and aging never worried me.

Blacktop calls out my name,
It’s my job and I must go,
It pulls me in like quicksand,
It’s the only kind of life I know.

Could have been a doctor somewhere,
Maybe a high class diplomat,
Instead of a worn out truck driver,
Rolling down a paved welcome mat.

Guess it’s too late to change my ways,
I’ll keep living one payday at a time,
Unless God calls me to the Pearly Gates,
Or truck driving becomes a crime.

I’ve been around and seen it all,
People and cities coast to coast,
Hauling freight and I’m never late,
There’s no time to brag or boast.

I’m leading a truck driving life,
Say a prayer when I turn the key,
God, please keep me safe on the highway,
Protect others by guiding me.

© Dianna Doles Petry


  1. A touching tribute to Mark, Dianna, and to all truck drivers following the pavement day after day to get the goods to the consumer. Lord, watch over them all, indeed.

  2. Thank you, Ruthi. We've had some serious accidents here involving tractor trailers over the last few weeks. In one accident, four people died including the truck, his wife, and their young child. Truck drivers often get a bad rap on the road but most of them would do anything to avoid an accident or hurting anyone else.

  3. What a great tribute to Mark.


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