S T O R I E S
Pickup Truck
For roof over your head,
Carted wool, cotton and feathers,
To make your fine bed.
Returned soldiers home,
Proudly with honor.
Delivered news in the morning,
Yours to ponder.
Moved garbage and poop,
Far from your nose,
And leather,
To cover your toes.
Delivered milk, perfume,
Cattle and ropes,
Your paychecks sealed,
In brown envelopes.
For planes, trains and automobiles,
Fuel I hauled,
On handshake deals.
As long as my driver tends to me,
I will carry him or her,
With or without...degree.
Never,
Did I toot my own horn,
Lie, cheat or steal,
For manners born,
Hold great appeal.
From wink of sun's light,
To dark of moon,
I carried you well,
To Old Joe's saloon.
When my headlights go out,
And wheels don't roll,
Remember my drive,
With cart and toll.
Arem Roder 1/21/10
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