I enjoy the challenge(s) presented by rhyme and meter; and, therefore, I think you did quite well with the rhyme-scheme in your sonnet (above) and, if you ever decide to do a revision, I encourage you to work a little more on the metrics. Also: If you're ever interested in learning from poets whose formal poetry is being published in quality literary magazines, do some serious lurking and nosing around at the following website:
http://www.ablemuse.com/erato While you're at it, please note that, in addition to the two metrical workshops at Erato, there is also a non-metrical forum for those intereseted in free verse.
Anyway . . . FWIW: It isn't necessary to "write sonnets like Shakespeare" in order to appreciate formal poetry; but it is necessary to realize that free verse is more than prose with arbitrary line breaks. True, "...you can say whatever you want to say any way you want to say it." and even choose to say it's "free verse". Readers, however (including editors) are free to disagree.
I've enjoyed reading your trucking adventures and would love to see them between the covers of a book.
:yourock:
P.S.
My late husband was a Teamster truck driver. I was always thankful that, after we married, he found work with a local commerical motor freight company with a delivery area within a 50-mile radius of our home . . . meaning, of course, that he was home every night. But . . . here's a little something I wrote (about 20 years ago) from the viewpoint of an
over-the-road trucker's lady:
Yodel in RedPut on the dress he bought me
and went out to ride the swing,
day-dreamin' until midnight
when the phone began to ring.
He called to say he's sorry,
said he pulled an overload
and his rig broke down . . . 'round noon?
He's still waitin' to be towed?
Yodel-ay-dee-ay, yodel-oh-dee-
uh-oh . . .
Yodel, Lady!