He’d been going down the heart-worn highway
For what seemed like half his life
His weary soul, ever searching,
never quite satisfied
Then he met a girl, down in Montgomery
She waved his rig down & asked him for a ride
They talked, she told her story,
as they drove on through
the night, then it occurred to him
“She’s got a soul like mine”
They got to know each other better
& today, she is his wife
By: J.N.R Dutton
