Linda Winchell - 'Bus Ride'

Buy your ticket, jump on the bus
signs posted, 'No smoking, or spitting, Do not cuss!

Sit down fast, secure your seat at the back
your in for a bumpy ride, over pot holes and cracks!

Smells of sweat and dirty bottoms still linger in seats
from all those hopeless souls of people,
now living in alleys and our City streets.

Stops coming up, can't wait to get off?
Bus rides over for you now,
but not for the hopeless and the lost.

Look at the faces, as the bus driver speeds away.
For tomorrows another ticket bought
another bus ride you'll do nothing about today.

Linda Winchell

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