Lost is the soul of a boatless man

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Old Truck

Hey that's a cool ol' truck would you sell it?
No, it's a part of my soul was my reply,
I bought it long ago when I was a young man,
and we've been through alot and made it this far.

It has brought me home, from many a jam,
snow storms, rain and such.
Gotten away from gun fights,
pissed off ex-wives, biker bars and more.

It has seen first dates and kisses.
Saw courtships that lasted, and some that didn't.
It was with me when I fell in love, long ago.
Brought my son home when he was first born .

This truck has never failed,
I've grown attached to it,
It's hauled wood for the stove,
kids to baseball and the fishin hole.

It's old like me, but I don't care.
It's gentle growl has rocked children to sleep,
It's strength has pulled me from the ditch,
We kinda know each other, know what I mean?

I see now, why I could never buy it.
Please forgive my request.
Where you headed now,
Old timer, if I might ask?

I'm driving back home, you see,
to my home place, I haven't long to live.
So long a memory, So long a love affair,
I could never part with it,....by the way.....
It'll still do 125 if I hold her down!

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