With the sun into my eyes, i do so squint,
With thumb in the air, patiently i will not
quit! A water bottle hooked to my belt,
With sweltering heat, all day i've felt!
Indurance with time from the sun overhead,
surprising myself, that i'm not dead!
Who am i to kid, with my sorrow? ,
My journey continues, all day and tomorrow!
Days pass into weeks, as weeks into many
more, When i am through, i am all so sore!
Many miles are beneath my feet, I get so
tired, i just wanna be on my seat!
When my days on the road are ever ended,
My business matters, will be finally tended!
2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
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