The Bus

Written by: Divine Friday Idiong

I am the bus
The bus you see going.
The full bus
The empty bus
The half-fill bus.

I am the bus
The bus you must talk about
The red bus
The old bus
The new bus
The anyhow bus.

I am the bus
The bus everyone is talking about

They see me coming
And then going
They know not my station
And though they talk,
I am going.