The Bus Stop
January 7th, 2009
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.
January 8th, 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.
January 10th, 2009 at 12:06 am
Hmmm… a fat man running in the fog….didn’t hit any icebergs did you?