A
VANISHING BREED
by Tim Greene
The American trucker, a vanishing breed, Standing
alone, when we are in need.
A life like no other as we travel this land. A
life that takes time to know and understand.
Some call us misfits, some call us bad, But most
don't care at all, and that's what's so sad.
Truckers are a special breed of women and men,
Lending a hand, or just being a friend.
We share a dream, a laugh, or a smile, But for
most it lasts for such a short while.
For those that belong and want to stay, Can't
afford the cost, the time, or the pay.
Many have tried, but stay such a short while,
Knowing in time, it's not their style.
Little respect is given for a job so demanding,
It's about time for a better understanding.
Turnover of drivers is no less than great, Because
of little pay, or low freight rates.
Public opinion, from the east to the west, Says we
are the middleman, taking it all, no less.
But merging companies and government greed, Are
taking, not sharing, the profits we need.
Deregulation was their way to say, Hang in there
if you can, but you'll have to pay.
America wants safe-driving, responsible men, Well
look around, because for most it's the end.
Look at the faces of those truckers who pass by,
And if you look close there's a tear in his eye.
When you might think, "Man! He's having fun!"
What you don't know is, it could be his last run.
Many times we are asked, why stay And take the
risks without just pay?
It's because we are truckers, and America is our
home,
Sharing it with someone, or just being alone.
Adventure for all, in a fast-moving life, While
having someone to care about, and lucky, a wife.
We hope, we pray, that times will get better, But
time is too short, and it looks like never.
We all share the same feelings, with a face and a
frown,
Maybe the only answer is a national shutdown.
Seeing is believing what the future might hold,
Like each story on trucking, as this one is told.
