The Five Fifty Nine

The five fifty nine bus went roaming by on route number nine. Were you on it I wonder are you headed for Toms River terminal with guilt on your mind or does the man your meeting mean more then tears? The bus has surely reached West Creek by now picking up passengers on the way. Baleful how like takes its twist and turns- steals the soul away from another The Holly bush, the sycamore tree, the Rhododendron stay steadfastly the same. it is we who have changed like the seasons.I am left with sparse reasons to hope except that the five fifty nine will return you tonight.