A Town Far Away

Another night on the road
To make a living, what a heavy load

A town far away, no time to play
Work consumes; there are bills to pay
Days so short, nights so long
Always work crowding in,
Stealing sleep, fueling stress

Morning time at last
Rubber eggs downed fast
Must hurry, meetings await
Then a plane to another town.

The Road Warrior
© 1997

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