With a little bit of help and hope.
Driving trains is not the most physical job,
But mentally it can be very tough,
Because no matter how hard you try,
Your best is sometimes not good enough.
Their shifts start at many different hours,
Twenty four hours of every day,
And their role is very crucial,
So they expect a descent pay.
After any incidents and accidents,
Drivers can end up in a mental state,
But what passengers only care about,
Is the fact they are going to be late.
After any fatalities and suicides,
It can play with a drivers head,
They may not be able to get comfortable,
Trying to sleep again in their bed.
Many drivers will need counselling,
Just to help them to start to cope,
And get them back into the seat again,
With a little bit of help and hope.
Written by David Boyce
12 February 2017
David Boyce©2017
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