The lady on the bus
she wears her hair up in a bun sometimes its long
and flows in wind and sun.
The lady on the bus has coat and gloves and even backpack
and purse and leather shoes and sometimes tennis shoes.
Sometimes she smiles and then my heart takes a different path
a little leap mostly of confusion.
The lady on the bus is someone else she is not ewe;
my new year resolution is to stay away from the
lady on the bus.
The lady on the bus is kind and smiles and rides so nice
to her next rendevous too bad it is not ewe.
The lady on the bus has children and has one and some
and the lady on the bus sometimes has none.
The lady on the bus is very wealthy and she is sometimes poor.
The lady on the bus reminds myself of ewe.
They are all ladies they all ride on the bus so true
and the lady on the bus is public use.
The lady on the bus this poem is for you.
