Our Lives In a Bus
Some say that life is a like a beehive –
with a single door to enter or leave.
I would relate our lives to a bus too;
you enter a bus and take a seat; a seat
that was previously taken by another person.
If you reach your destination, another person
takes your seat.
It might take days, months, or even years,
for you to sit on the same seat once more…..
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