The Wheels on the Bus

The Wheels on the Bus

A Poem by Madelyn Defray
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A poem about people on the bus and yes, I thought of it while I was on the bus. It's simple but the meaning is good and I personally enjoyed reciting it in my head on my way home from work.

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He sits up front with his life in his hands

A cracked yellow hardhat and paint stained pants

A high school drop out with no better plan

All he can be now is a working class man

 

She stands two rows back with a baby in her arms

Her first mistake was falling for a strange man’s charms

Nine months later after the one night stand

She had a second mouth to feed and no cash at hand

 

Welcome to the faces, the lives, the stories

Of the good hearted people who have all the worries

We have dirt under our fingers and sweat down our backs

As we piece together a life and a track

 

An elderly man rests tired and worn

Waiting for the bus to take him home

He should have retired by now but he knows the drill

He must work for his wife’s medical bill

 

Two teenage girls laugh and flirt

With all the pretty boys in their expensive shirts

They have no hope, they have no dreams

All they have are men and the streets

 

 

Welcome to the faces, the lives, the stories

Of the good hearted people who have all the worries

We have dirt under our fingers and sweat down our backs

As we piece together a life and a track

 

© 2012 Madelyn Defray


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Isn't it interesting sitting back and looking at people and wondering what their life is like? The hardships they've had or the problems they have had to face? Wonderful job expressing this.
Also I'd like to say that the "pretty boys in their expensive shirts" usually aren't men. Just sayin...

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on July 12, 2012
Last Updated on July 12, 2012
Tags: Working class, prostitute, medical, construction, single mother, life, trouble, worries, hardship

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Madelyn Defray
Madelyn Defray

Narnia, The Wardrobe, Canada



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