footprints in the earth.....
Bus stop
The street is crowded;we are here
an endless wait that much I fear
we have packed our bags we cannot go
so back and forth we fret so-so
some blink in tears:appointment late
some hiss and curse: another date
they would come: we were told
broken words;no trust to hold
I waited ten to twenty good years
to see my dreams of reaching my peers
She thought he would come in God's good time
He doesen't write:A shameless crime
He has worked his fingers to the bone
yet no promotion at night the moans
Walking the street no job to see
someone is laughing at me
A car passing by is seen
spraying dust on me
the bus has come but many have gone
A phyrric victory for all
Disappointment leave us alone
while waiting at the bus-stop.
an endless wait that much I fear
we have packed our bags we cannot go
so back and forth we fret so-so
some blink in tears:appointment late
some hiss and curse: another date
they would come: we were told
broken words;no trust to hold
I waited ten to twenty good years
to see my dreams of reaching my peers
She thought he would come in God's good time
He doesen't write:A shameless crime
He has worked his fingers to the bone
yet no promotion at night the moans
Walking the street no job to see
someone is laughing at me
A car passing by is seen
spraying dust on me
the bus has come but many have gone
A phyrric victory for all
Disappointment leave us alone
while waiting at the bus-stop.
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Bus stop
Bus stop