When climbing up in that rig of mine, I smile and wonder of it all. Just another load, another mile to run, another job well done. I see the beauty of each state, as I listen to my pete without hesitate. I roll on and on, lonely at times, but always aware of the warning signs. This lane that I am in, is filled with yesterdays, of sorrow and bewilderment, of things that’s gone stray, today I wonder, will I make it on time, getting my load to its destination, then relaxing with a smile, I call my dispatcher, to find out what’s in store for the next 400 miles. Tomorrow, is coming, though the wheels have stopped spinning for me, an accident that left me paralyzed , they thought permanently. But you know, each time I see a big rig, see that black smoke unfurl, I know that yesterday, today and tomorrow was for this girl.
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