Perhaps the most
underrated job,
Is taking a walk to
the bus stop,
People move around so
fast,
One wonders if it was
similar in the past.
The movement nowhere
near sublime,
When evening traffic’s
at its prime.
People give vent to
their anger,
The space is filled
with rowdy gangsters
There’s no time to
stop and think,
Such a lapse could
bring you to the brink,
Who would think the
tiniest infringement,
Could lead to missing
a bus oh so infrequent!!!
I hustle and jostle
through this craze,
And make contact with
another in a daze
CRASH!!! It felt like
I hit a hill
Thank God! My arm is
good despite the spill
I look at my watch
more out of habit
And let out a gasp at
a sight so tragic
With no time for
others to stop and watch,
I’m left alone with a
broken watch…
