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©