Most people will say they're married to their occupation
And others would say they're a slave to all of its frustation
Well in reflecting on my last 30 years of life.
It seems that my job has turned out to be my wife.
Im with her everyday and through every night,
from dark to the dawn of the days first light.
She feels my heart with visions of delight.
As we share this ride over mountains and plains.
Each night engulfed with all her smells and pains.
This 6ft by 6ft place we reside, alone in here, we do both hide.
Through winters into summers and storms to make us fear.
Many people we meet in our flight through far and near.
I have had to ladies before to call them each my wife.
But they were left behind, as their love cut me like a knife.
So here we are still together going down this road of life.
Just me and My big rig truck in which I named, my wife.




To All the future drivers of this highway life,
PLEASE don't let THIS, become your ONLY wife...

Thanks folks, and THIS is NOT a GOOD WAY to LIVE..

Loved it

Thanks my friends...

Nice write Terry!!! I used to drive truck and it is a hard life

But ohhh, the stories that woman of your's could tell!

A perception not many realize......

Thanks DKOW...And to the question,,,,
My ex's would simply say
whats to say?
He was always ,,,gone.

Props on the poem

I meant the rig T!!!!!

I think with my blonde roots sometimes,lol,lol Got it......lol