The bus was packed
made my way from front to back
seat by chance found
youth - leg astraddle; sat down
together and
mine, knees towards the aisle
crooked then while
people passed in single file
just brushed, a smile
respect, from an age long gone
'Pardon Madame! '
Which gladdened a yearning heart
Chivalrous art.
January 2008
France
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thats a very nice poem. It's great that some people still have respect. I really liked this, you captured the scene with excellent imagery, and grace. I can imagine how you felt with your legs pushed out in the isle, I almost got a sense of trepidation, and then relief. Great job. Check out my stuff if you get a chance.