The Big Blue Bus

by

Jude Eydmann

I lost my way, on a stormy day
Cold water soaked my pity.
Yet my spirits soared, when I jumped on board
The big blue bus to the city.

A dirty man, where the dark rain ran
Wiped grimy face on tissue.
Then I walked away when he turned to say,
"Folks come and by ‘the big issue’ "

Bright streetlamps died, and the children cried.
TO litter my eyes looked down
Then I wept some tears for the urban years
On the big blue bus from the town.

We cannot fight for this starry night
I’ll marry in dust then fly
With the dark eyed groom to the nearest moon
On the big blue bus in the sky.

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Why don't you look at Loss of Dignity
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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