A Trucker’s Christmas

It’s the night before Christmas

And out on the road

The only truckers left

Are the ones who can’t make it home.
The CB is quiet as miles roll by

Sometimes it’s so lonely one may even cry.

But there’s freight to move and money to earn

The bills can’t get paid if those wheels don’t continue to turn.
There won’t be any gifts or holiday cheer

No laughter or games, cause nobody is here.

They may find a restaurant, where they’ll sit alone

Wishing that some how they could be home.

There’s no children to hug, no dog to pet

It’s just an empty truck with a small empty bed.

So for all the truckers still out on the road

Our prayers are with you, that you can be home.


About Ken Sayers

I’m just a man on a journey somewhere between Heaven and Hell. I seek acceptance and meaning in life just like everyone else.
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