The Bus

Swirling masses of people permeate the city streets. They are all going somewhere... Lost souls or people merely trying to get home. You can almost feel the despair... There's the business man that just doesn't want to drive... There's the beaten down man that you're not sure is alive... There's the mother holding her infant child... You mistake a passing grin for a smile... The diesel and the squeaking brakes... The combined number of huge mistakes... I wait on my bus all alone... It will take me where I sleep, but never home...

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Caycay Jennings

Date: 10/7/2015 1:24:00 AM

I cannot believe no one commented on this clever and emotional poem. I have sat on buses, I know these people and you captured the environment in great rhyme and flow. Good job ... CayCay

Darrell Hoover
Date: 10/7/2015 10:13:00 AM

Thank you. I had to write about the bus since it's all new to me. Trying to write about daily life and the beauty and despair I see. Thanks again for your kind words.