Life And Bus Drivers Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
Life And Bus Drivers
Life is like
Being a bus driver
You have a designated route
with many stops along the way
You can't get ahead
But, you can get behind
Faces come and faces go
Some sad and some glad
When all is said
The final stop is being dead
I have travelled on many buses, seen many bus drivers at work. Your analogy between life and bus drivers is striking. 'You can't get ahead/But, you can get behind'.
I caught the bus countless times in Auckland. The bus drivers were great.
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4/17/2024 3:00:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, many trips you have taken on the bus to work. Saved plenty of gas in the car there.. The final stop is death. Very true.