Bus Stops Poem by John A'Hern

Bus stops the places of dreams
Nightmares for some it seems
Some have seats others do not
Weather inclement is it a plot

The gathering of the human souls
Some want to be there others not so
Characters abound in this scenario
Ghouls and goblins join occasionally
Play to the audience bow when finished

Off to work or out for a day
The people that gather can cause dismay
As darkness sets in the scene turns grim
Collars turned up, had enough of sin

Tutting and talking under breath considered OK
Eyes are darting left and right
Some of these characters can cause fright
Centre stage playing the fool

A glance a look is it cool
Eye contact avoided with the fools
The end of a day in a local forest
Brave face and attitude practised daily

Keep these fools at arm's length
Deep breaths are taken, brave face showing
Individual places are there for the holding
Then the bus turns up late

Lots of shouting bundled with hate
All aboard, seats plentiful the driver shouts
Driver looks in mirror shows disgust
Where did you all come from

The journey calls for trust
Dropping off at chosen stops
All the passengers thankful for their safety
Tomorrow arrives, practise to survive
Same old, same old just arrive