The Bus Queue

I stand patiently and wait, 

For the eight-one-nine, 

Should be along any minute now, 

I am the first in line, 

"The bus is late" - one man tuts, 

Whilst another inspects his watch,

Should be along any minute now, 

There is some talk about the weather, 

"They've forecasted heavy rain tonight",

Announces an old man,

"So I've heard", replies the other,

I stand ready with my pass, 

And wonder how long, 

This small talk will last, 

Not long, for the bus is now here,

The bus driver changes down the gears, 

I offer my seat to the old man, 

The majority are left to stand, 

He thanks me kindly,

No problem, I think to myself, 

I am glad I can. 

So next time you come across an elderly person, 

Think how little it takes to make them smile, 

If everyone did one good deed per day, 

The world would be better, come what may! 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good bus story. I took the bus everywhere when I was station in Germany. I like the conversations. I like the attitude of the man waiting for the bus and allowing the old man to sit. A good deed is always rewarded. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Faraway Sado]

Very thoughtful... Its something very noble to actually make people smile not just old people. But the way we forget old people... very disturbing. Its like we forget that our time as old is going to come faster than we think.

["jens books".]

good job keep up the good work

[Poetic Beauty]

True true. This is one of those every day stories. We should be kinder and think about those around us more often.