A bus in the hand
A bus in the hand,
Is worth two that fail to land,
Or fail to stop on demand,
Because they are needed,
when trains do not run as planned,
Or there has been slide of hand,
From drivers on a mission unsanctioned,
By those in command.
The good news is that the bus in my hand,
Stops within walking distance at my command,
Which is a lucky break for my chances of
staying above Ground,
Longer than planned,
With heart and lungs feeling needed,
And legs that are no longer unmanned,
With a good dose of natural Vitamin D,
That helps steady my hand,
And gives my brain a chance to expand.
So, I thank buses out of hand,
When I am tempted,
To wait on a bus that was scheduled,
But with no intention to arrive on time stated,
on the electronic notice board,
That those in the know never take for granted,
Whenever the word scheduled,
Remains unchanged,
And there is a near enough bus on hand.
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Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2024
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