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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tale Of The Trucker's Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young bride sits alone in her house, <br>waiting for her farm hand husband to return to her lonely bosom. <br>Enters the husband, tired, and cranky. <br>He goes to the stereo, hooks up his headphones, <br>and falls asleep listening to country, and western music. <br>The bride long since gone to bed alone. <br>The young mother, and her toddler son <br>in front of the TV watching movies while the <br>husband/father works third shift at Wal-Mart 25 miles away. <br>The mother takes her son to his baseball games, <br>explains why daddy can't come, <br>because he decided to be a truck driver. <br>She is mother, father, and sole teacher to there young son. <br>She wipes away his tears when he is hurt, <br>Comforts him when he is sick, <br>and makes excuses for the absent father <br>who never has acted like he loved their child. <br>Who wipes away the tears that the <br>mother/wife sheds every time she sees <br>how much their son misses his daddy. <br>Their little boy puts his arm around his <br>mother's shoulders and with a hug, <br>he says, 'mom it will be all right.' <br>Does the trucker miss his family? <br>Does he feel the same pain, and sorrow? <br>He must not care, for he stays gone sometimes four, <br>sometimes six weeks in a row, <br>only coming home long enough to make love. <br>Never does he interact with his son, not really. <br>The wife, and son now lay in the cold, hard ground, <br>never to rise again. Now it is too late <br>for the old trucker to tell them how he really felt. <br>He sits alone in an old rocking chair, <br>staring at old, faded photos of his wife, <br>and son, but he is not in any of the pictures. <br>He stands in front of the pearly gates of Heaven, <br>he sees his wife, and son just on the other side, <br>But they don't recognize him. <br>So goes the tale of the trucker's life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Velmar+Pewee+Hale+Johnson">Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson</a><div class=q>
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Enters the husband, tired, and cranky. 
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