I’ve been a truck driver all my life,
and when it’s my time to go,
bury me in a scrap yard,
where all the old trucks go.
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Great poem David. I think that the poem is saying to me, that we are who we are. What ever anyone does in life, they will eventually develop an affinity with it. God help tyhe toilet cleaner when it comes to burial time. Ha Ha Best Regards Steve
I really enjoyed this. Funny how we seek to return to what was once the norm for our lives. I grew up, often riding to the dump with my daddy in his ancient blue truck. I'd go back there again in a heartbeat..(smile)
even the soul would long to be there