Tears Of The Rose

A Bus Stop

Time creeps along,
Slowly,
Slowy,
On this still summer day

Eyes drift, half open
Half asleep
At passer-bys who board and leave

A familiar face, a hand waving
They're all strangers, I tell myself
Not friend not family

And now I think
Of old memories of friendship and
Love

I sink deep into my thoughts
Once clouded now clear as glass
And how I regret my life

Impatiently my time ticks
Upon the watch
Upon my wrist

Tick
Tick
Tick

Alas the blasted bus.

Finally I see it
And it grinds to a halt in front of me
I look behind once more at this
Empty bus stop full of memories
That I wish I had treasured and held
Close to my heart

I step a step aboard the bus
Chilly wind blasts
Death takes me away

***

Life takes you on a ride
But in life, there are also bus stops.
There are times you wait,
Sometimes patient
Sometimes inpatient
The challenge is:
How not to miss the bus, a
Once in a lifetime chance of doing
Perhaps the impossible

But the thing is
Not every bus is worth boarding
Not every chance worth risking

Heed my warning
And perhaps you won't end up
Like the persona in this poem
On the bus of death