The Wheels on the BusA Poem by Madelyn DefrayA 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.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 DefrayAuthor's Note
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Added on July 12, 2012Last Updated on July 12, 2012 Tags: Working class, prostitute, medical, construction, single mother, life, trouble, worries, hardship AuthorMadelyn DefrayNarnia, The Wardrobe, CanadaAboutI hate filling in the giant 'about me' information boxes because there really isn't anything special worth mentioning which of course leads to a blank box followed by the re-thinking of the sad, pathe.. more..Writing
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