A City Bus or Train
Ride a city bus or train
And you will get a sense
Of humankind of every strain -
Behold the evidence:
The old, the young, the thin, the fat,
The handicapped, the frail,
The homeless, jock or spoiled brat,
The baby set to wail.
The strollers hogging too much space,
The walkers inching past,
The bodies crushed up everyplace
Until your stop - at last!
You exit, glad to be outside
And grateful you can walk,
But that's the price you pay to ride
On transit in New Yawk.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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