Bill Simmons


The Truck Driver - Poem by Bill Simmons

This ribbon of highway that lay before me
It seems a hundred thousand miles
Every mile is so alone
I wonder if she is at home

This ribbon of highway that lay before me
As I travel the mind unravels
If I ever get back home
I’ll never again leave her alone

In her letter she said the better
So alone she would be gone
Will I ever see again her smile
May as well be a hundred thousand miles

If I ever get back home
I’ll never again leave her alone
If I ever see her again
This ribbon of highway I’ll put an end

As I come from this highway
I turn down a lonely street
And as I see in to her drive way
I see her standing waiting for me

This ribbon of highway that lays behind me
As I hold her and I see her smile
I wonder if she knows
How I counted every single mile.


Comments about The Truck Driver by Bill Simmons

  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (5/23/2014 4:08:00 AM)

    Bill you are a good writter (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010


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