On Bus Eighteen Going Toward Town Poem by Shalom Freedman
On Bus Eighteen Going Toward Town
The young are loud and laughing
The old are disturbed and unnerved
I am old and long to be young again
I envy their lightness and life
I sit quietly through the rudeness
I wish they would get off already
How idiotic and wonderful they are
How painful to know
I will never be one of them again
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: longing
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