Not knowing
At the bus terminal, he waits
They are coming and going
He asks there is no timetable
And those in charge tell him
To be patient.
All he wanted to know
When the bus was going his way.
Late at night and full of wine
He hears the bus driving by
It carries on
To someone who has waited
Long enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is why I avoid taking buses. Nice poem