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Poem Of A Truck Driver Missing His Family

I'm a truck driver that spends a lot of time away from home. I have a daughter that I miss every day and can't wait till I get in to see her. So I sat down in the cab of my truck in South Carolina and wrote this for her. I put my heart and soul in it. Hope you like it. Thank you.

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My daughter would write poems like this when she was with us. This is an awesome poem. Good job! I've worked on the river for 13 years. 30 days on, 30 days off. Yes, I was like you, but now...

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Lonesome Road

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Published: November 2014

As the miles pass by,
I look down at your pictures and want to cry.
When I talk to you on the phone,
All I can think about is coming home,
But that's the price I pay out here on the lonesome road.
It's hard to explain that daddy has a job to do.
I have to deliver this freight on time so I can send money to you,
But that's the price I pay out here on this lonesome road.
When you grow up you will understand
That this is the kind of man that I am,
But that's the price I pay out here in this lonesome road.
Sorry I have missed a lot of you growing up.
When I get in, maybe I can make it up,
But that's the price I pay out here on this lonesome road.

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  • Ray Hare by Ray Hare
  • 1 year ago

My daughter would write poems like this when she was with us. This is an awesome poem. Good job! I've worked on the river for 13 years. 30 days on, 30 days off. Yes, I was like you, but now she's gone and I'm all alone.

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