The Truckie
Built like a bear was Paul Gaddely,a mane of snow-white hair, had he.
Met him on a bowling green,
a gentler man I've never seen.
"Do you drink?" asked I.
He smiled and answered with a sigh.
"Started drinking as a teen
and gave it up at nineteen.
Then trucking became a thrill;
nothing like being behind the wheel.
Now at sixty, my knees do ache,
but am still a truckie for the children's sake.
Life's a wonderful rush," said he.
"Living by the billabong in bush country.
Spending time with the friendly 'abo'
eating snake and kangaroo.
I fear no man or beast," said he.
"God will be my guide," said Paul Gaddely
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