15 Minutes
I have to check my schedule
Maybe I read it wrong
It has been 15 minutes
And nothing’s come along
They say that’s how long
It takes to catch another
That the pickings are endless
The sea’s full of good brothers
Whoever did THAT research
Gave us flawed data
They were either on THEIR buses
Or boarding ours later
So, if you’re on YOUR bus
Having a bumpy ride
Hold on and Endure it
OR stand and wait outside
There is no guarantee
The next bus will be best
Only that you board it
As you did the rest.
Copyright © Erica Stewart | Year Posted 2012
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