Last Cowboys

Once Upon A Time,

Men Ran A Center Dotted Line,

They Were One Of A Kind,

A Breed In A Time Gone Blind.

 

It Was A Lifestyle,

That Lasted Quite A While,

As They Covered Every Mile,

With A Love That Made Them Smile.

 

The Trucks Were Big,

With Different Names For Each And Every Rig,

And Paintings Ran Their Sides To Tell Stories,

Of These Last Cowboys In All Their Glory.

 

With A Helping Hand,

They Became One Big Band,

Eighteen Wheelers Across This Land,

In An America That Was Once Grand.

 

Nowadays The Pride Is Gone,

Just A Job That Drags On Too Long,

As Pay Gets Lower And The Workers Grow Poorer.

 

No More Chrome And Painted Trucks,

Just CEO’s That Want That Buck,

Isn’t It Just Our Luck,

The Greatest Country In The World,

Is Starting Not To Give A ...

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

We trade our souls for many things, but the worst is technology and Government. Our highways used to be magic pathways to a breed a proud Americans know as Truckers, Everyday you'd see these massive trucks strut their stuff all decked out in chrome and murals that dreams were made of, and now, truckers are lucky if they can make a living or get home for their kids ball game thanks to corporate trucking companies that have filled the roads with unsafe and dull pride less trucks and disrespectful yahoos

Reviews

[LonelySoul]

knolege is power,it's what we do with it that matters today...
some look for satisfaction working a long hard day,
while others make a buck off the sweat from other backs not their own...
but everything has it's price,even pride...
I've done many jobs I was proud of and a few that I wasn't,
but I know I worked for a living when I could...
now that I cannot work,I write to keep my mind busy,
keep my hands busy as well as my imagination...
I know people like those in this poem,kudos to you for writing about them!

[DrumMajorPod]

Some of us still appreciate truckers.

I enjoyed the overall message of this poem.. and though the rhyme scheme was simple, I think the simplicity of it really added to the poem as a whole. And I agree with the last line as well. It reads: "The Greatest Country In The World, / Is Starting Not To Give A ..."

That is, unfortunately, very true in modern society. I can't deny that. It is unfortunate, as I said.. but.. meh. If enough people cared, something could be done. But since people are starting to care less and less.. =[

Anyway, great work. =]