She's a part-time widow from the kind of life I've led,
Now let me explain those words I just said.
Many long nights has a truckdrivers wife,
She's a highway widow with a lonely kind of life.
Standing by a window looking down this long highway,
Hoping to see a semi, that I might get home today.
But there are snow clouds hanging low there in the sky.
The light is slowly fading as the day goes drifting by.
I can feel the chill as the cold winds blow,
See ice on my windshield and hard blowing snow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem