Little white van with a little red light,
And a man who stands tall in the darkest hour of the night…
Still he’s always out of mind, though, never out of sight
Little man, steering the all important wheel,
Hard to tell how u must feel,
When your pulse is racing and speed doesn’t thrill,
And when you get there how great you must feel…
Wonder if, what you go through is, ever seen,
Ever thanked for being the ray of hope that most often yields,
Ever noticed, carrying the burden behind the scenes,
Sharing the pain in the tough times, feeling what they feel,
Unnoticed, anonymous, you’re a hero for real…
But all the helplessness when time doesn’t yield,
All the selfless, yet, thankless hours spent at the wheel,
All the sacrifice ends in a painful ordeal,
Shattered, but back for more, you’re a hero for real…
Manasthiti
