Riding Bus Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Riding Bus

I bought me Presto
-left my car to rest or
-meant to cut expense
-when go to classes!

Great is riding bus
-in cold days and long nights
-when people bundle up.

Most look like Nine-to-Fives;
- (Dead tired and worn out,
-miserable, if are watched!)

This aside, they are mess
-in mind and behaviour
-shameless are youngsters,
-and many are care-less!

Is easy to see an eighteen-year
-seated; while shake elders.

If ever they speak eye to eye
-one can read the reply:
- "Go to hell, you, old fart! "

Bus goes on and goes on
-with brakes, gas and calls.

What about next stop?
Can it be what I want?