An Old Man At The Bus Stop Poem by Debra Masky

While at the bus stop I stood today, I
Watched an old man trying to get on a bus,
To the driver he asked some directions but was not given an answer,
The bus left without him and the poor old man stood grumbling and mumbling to himself

Another bus came and again he tried his luck,
But alas the poor old man was left standing there
I watched him and really felt sad
He was too old and frail and barely could speak loud and clear
That was the reason the drivers of the bus left him.

So I went up to him and asked him where he lived
He pointed to the end of the road
And said that’s where he lived
The next bus came and I made sure he got onto the bus
I instructed the driver to take him down the road.

When the next bus came I got on to the bus
And went to work,
On my way back in the evening, I saw the old man once again
Standing on the same bus stop
I was curious so I went up and asked him
Why he was here……….. he said to me
“I was standing here waiting for you to come
So I could thank you for I had reached in time
To the hospital before my wife could breathe
Her last………



Amen! I believe in a friend in need is a friend in deed.