THE BUS

I ride on this bus everyday

It has become a habit-

From which I couldn’t seem to get away.

I could think of a thousand excuses

But I get on the bus anyway.

 

The backseat is my favorite.

Whenever I can I take it.

But rarely does that happen

Because often than not, it is taken.

 

So I take the seat unoccupied

Usually beside someone-

From whom I’d rather hide.

It could have been beside anybody

To whom I can confide.

 

I have thought of getting out of the bus many times and

of not getting on it at all- at times.

But I get too scared so I stay put

But how I wish I could advance a foot.

 

The bus is not that bad.

On many occasions I do enjoy the ride.

I have become acquainted with familiar faces-

that have become to me such friendly faces.

 

But these faces seem to start to fade

Little by little each face starts to wane

The bus becomes filled of people unfamiliar

But to me it’s empty of anything proverbial

 

So tomorrow I decide not to take it

Surely I will miss being in it

I sit at the backseat of this bus for the last time

And tomorrow I shall take a walk under the sunlight.

Published by AJ

Hi! I'm Aj from the Philippines. Obviously I love to read and write and from years of experience I have learned that when you love something so much, you would do it absolutely for free so here I am writing stuff for all people to see in the hopes that at least one or maybe two souls could benefit or get little inspiration from what they will read from this blog. Enjoy and spread the love! ;)

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