Literary

The Moving Truck

They woke me up early today

They slammed my doors shut

We started our journey

Our pace was a strut

They opened my back door

And filled me up

Boxes and boxes

So much stuff

I zoom down the street

Through the lanes I go

Honking at strangers

Is all that I know

Many more hours

Many different faces

Down this long long road

I see many new places

Finally we are there

No more of that hike

Now I get to rest

No more time on the pike

They open me up

And take out the stuff

My day is done

I found it quite rough

I see three people walk out

Two big; one small

The small one is running

He is the happiest of all

Author's Note: I was inspired to write this poem by the style of writing Ahmed Badr created. He writes about the things that changed his life from the perspective of those objects or events. It helps him face the tragedies he had to overcome. He wrote a poem about the bomb that hit his house that forced him to move around a lot. I wrote about the moving truck that changed my life by changing everything that I knew and sending me into a completely different lifestyle.