Traveling Man

I’m a trav’ling man.

I’ve travelled far.

I’ve gone long distances by car.

I’ve gone in heat and wind and rain.

In raging storms.  I don’t complain.

I know my car – know how it feels.

I read the pavement through my wheels.

I push ahead at any cost.

But when I stop….then I feel lost.

I’m a trav’ling man.

I just go on.

Pick up my keys.  And travel on.

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  1. I love this. I’ve always dreamed about having a small RV with a good bed, little kitchen, bathroom and comfortable place to sit. I’d drive to different state and national parks. Sadly, my husband would rather stay home than travel so it will remain a dream.

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