12/15/2023
Beneath the canopy of night's embrace,
The trucker steers through the silent space.
Miles stretch out like years apart,
Each one a beat from a heavy heart.
Headlights carve a path in the dark,
A lonesome journey, a solitary arc.
Whispers of tires, a hymn so slight,
For the keeper of the roads, the bearer of night.
They bear the loads that others need,
Through rain-soaked lanes and winds that plead.
A nomad's soul in steel confines,
Where the dashboard clock unwinds.
There's sacrifice in the constant roam,
A longing for the love of home.
Missing first steps, laughs, and cries,
Life's sweet moments that money can't buy.
Seats echo with silent prayers,
For strength to shoulder burdens they bear.
The missed church bells, the absent cheers,
The birthdays lost to a sea of gears.
Yet with each sunrise's hopeful gleam,
They chase the remnants of a dream.
To provide, protect, and to fulfill,
A promise made with iron will.
Among the stars, they find their kin,
In constellations, comfort's thin.
Yet hope endures in the quiet fight,
For the unsung heroes of the night.
So here's to the drivers, wide and far,
Guided by the North Star's par.
For every mile, for every sacrifice,
Know your worth cannot be priced.
Their story etched in lines so deep,
A life of waking, scarce of sleep.
Yet in their hearts, they carry the fire,
Of love's undying, deep desire.
For the truck driver's difficult life,
Cut through like a double-edged knife.
Yet in their pain, there’s beauty, too—
A testament to the love they pursue.
