John Wilowski Poet Couplet

Bus Stop

BUS STOP

I walked to my bus stop and there sat a man
whose hair was all matted, his skin leathery tanned.
His clothes were all dirty, shabby and worn
you could see his resistance was all ripped and torn.

Old cigarette butts lay down at his feet
and his gaze was fixed out in the street.
I don't think he sensed the sun in the sky,
all happiness had rained from his eyes.

He had all of his treasures in a shopping cart
that he had taken from a local food mart.
His currency was in aluminum cans
that he had scavenged from garbage cans.

I thought about him when he was a child
did his imagination ever run wild?
Did he dream he'd be famous, did he dream he'd be rich,
did he dream he'd ever wind up in a ditch?

My bus arrived and I sat down in a seat,
looked out the window at him in the street.
I left without saying hello or good-bye
life moves on and so did I.

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Robert Nehls September 29, 2015 at 5:59 PM Hi John. This is a sad poem that tells the tale of 2 men at a bus stop, both equally complex. I wonder what the man with the shopping cart thought. Makes one think. Thanks for sharing.... Robert.

Cona Adams March 18, 2015 at 4:42 PM A descriptive poem, John. A sad situation, growing more and more common. It's heart breaking to learn that many of the homeless are Veterans. And more and more of them are teenagers. I believe God will hold us accountable.