From the Back of the Bus
From the Back of the Bus
The journey to school via that yellow tin can
They call it a bus at least where I come from, man
Long and narrow it transports it’s precious cargo
And delivers daily where we must show to grow
My favorite destination of that vehicle not of choice
Was the back of the bus so I could hide inside and rejoice
Many lessons were learned on the way to school
Observing life from that back of that melting pot pool
One learned about friendship between two friends
The shy kid whose ride was a means to an end
The bully that would run amok
Those were the ones that would have me duck
There were smiles and frowns alike
Most days I would rather ride my bike
Some days were up but most days were down
In the midst of the crowd and the class clown
Intersperse that beautiful girl
And the kids that made you want to hurl
Some were kind and some were tough
Seeing some of both was enough
Not realizing at that young age
This was preparing us for a different life stage
The ride was a daily grind
While I was looking for something else to find
From the back of the bus
Andreas Simic©
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