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 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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