The Bus Stop

Early fog in November I arose,

Standing alone.  Nobody knows

Why the bus didn’t come.

I’d better walk, far to go for some.

Down the hill fighting the fog.

Walking breaks into a jog.

Here I have made it to the hill top.

The bus raced by and didn’t even stop.

2 Responses to The Bus Stop

  1. Dan January 8, 2009 at 9:24 am #

    That is really sad. I might suggest however that you wait for buses at actual bus stops instead of random hilltops.

  2. Shirley January 10, 2009 at 12:06 am #

    Hmmm… a fat man running in the fog….didn’t hit any icebergs did you?

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