This poem is printed in my book. An Astran employee wrote it in the early 1970’s but no one knows who that person was. It was pinned up in Bob Paul’s office for many years and I think it is very fitting that it is reprinted here in memory of Bob…
‘Epitaph to a truckie’
A truckie stood at the pearly gates, his face was worn and old.
He meekly asked the man of fate for admission to the fold.
“What have you done?” St. Peter asked, “to seek admission here”?
“I was the driver of a Scania road-train for many, many a year”.
The gates swung open sharply as St. Peter touched the bell.
“Come in my boy and take a harp. You’ve had enough of hell.”