A Tour Bus Rider in Traffic
"A Tour Bus Rider in Traffic"
From where I sit,
I see it all.
The cars going by;
Even the mall.
The bus is going slowly;
Stopped up by traffic.
Some people are angry;
Impatient havoc.
The rain pours down;
Hitting my window.
It proves to me
That we’re still going slow.
From where I sit,
I see it all.
The cars going by;
The tired travellers’ stall.
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