Copyright © 2011 -
Angela E Brooks
Stranger on the Bus
There's a man who spends his days
Riding on the buses
all around the town.
He doesn't mind the chatter,
or the crowds
Nor whether the bus is going up the hill
It's all the same to him, this traveller.
He stays in his seat and dreams.
Dreaming of other journeys,
And other towns passed through
Long ago and far away, so long ago
With nothing to go back for now,
And no-one to know.