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He Will Finally Get Some Rest
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He Will Finally Get Some Rest |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Those old motel rooms get lonely When you live out on the road. The desire to spend some time at home… Becomes a heavy load- But a man does what he has to… To earn his bread and board. That old empty belly feeling… Just will not be ignored. But as a man grows older- Those miles stretch out ahead. Sleeping in a roadside park- Or lumpy motel bed… Staring through a windshield- At the blacktop straight ahead… Within a few more months or years- I’ll probably be dead… But when I die remember- Plant me facing West- And carve upon my marker- “He will finally get some rest.” |
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Forlorn Angel Member Posts 143 |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
I've always wondered if I traveled more whether I would get tired of it. I've never considered myself to be a "homebody". My father is a truck driver, and he always looks so tired. Makes me wonder if he enjoys the road or ever did. The structure and flow of this reads, as usual, like a song. I wish I had your ability. Enjoyed! "I know this love will tear me to pieces |
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