Waiting For The Bus Poem by John Koehler

Waiting For The Bus

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why must I wait
I'm standing here, very patient
why must I wait
Where we all congregate
time is just passing me by
but no matter how hard I try
we laugh, we cry and soon i scream
no one hears my discontent
why must I wait
is this what they meant
what it means to slowly die...
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Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written while I was texting my wife while waiting at a bus stop
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 30 October 2019

Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing, John. Remain enriched

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