Mustafa Mun Poet Lyric

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

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