Waiting At the Bus Stop
Waiting At The Bus Stop
Early in the morning and
Late at night
I just wait, for its sight
At the Bust stop
As usual it never is on time
Makes us wait
Realizing the fact that we are helpless
Many do pass by
Yet we wait for the one
If it does not arrive
We board none
Rustling of leaves
Screeching Cars
Empty Cans
Broken jars
It’s a different atmosphere
Everyone looks in one direction
Then the hand
Hands ticking by
Legs banging the floor
We all know one thing for sure
That we all are..
Waiting at the bus stop
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You can find Distance in my book of poems "labyrinth
on---http://www.amazon.com/Labyrinth-Mustafah-Mun/dp/1409285251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1252381235&sr=1-1
Copyright © Mustafa Mun | Year Posted 2009
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