The bus, the stops, and the stop

A poem about how people, possessions, and preoccupations in our life disappear and build up.

The bus goes here and the bus goes there

It picked people and people picked it

A seat filled, then seats filled

Hellos came together, and goodbyes left separately

Some togethers never ended, some breaks preceded

A stop for this and a stop for that

Riders changed every stop, riders transferred every bus

Many thought they were going somewhere, everyone was really going everywhere

Nonetheless, change never changed, but people changed 

Friends were made for certain ends, certainly going to ends to friends  

The stop has come, came, and will come

A stop exists for all before and disappears for all after

Possessions fall long, and the possessed fell longer

The disappeared leave, leaving the disappearing

All disappeared as all began

The newest passenger asked the oldest passenger

“What about the end of all that matters? Does anything that matter even start?”

“My stop is next. Your stop is elsewhere. Worry not because the bus always stops” 

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[marilyn 1225]

sad commentary on the sadness oflife