Bill Simmons


I am waiting at the depot, where I was told to go
Greyhound don’t let me down
Across the street I see a steeple, outside many people
I’m as anxious as an old blue tick hound

If she’s on that bus, I can plan a life for us
If not I may have to walk away
I wonder if she knows, how much I love her so
And on that bus I hope she is I pray

I’m waiting at the depot and walking by are people
Holding hands while walking by I see
I hope the love of my life, she did take that ride
And soon will be holding the very hand of me

I see the bus it pulls up, my heart can take just so much
I get up and stand by gate forty four
Then suddenly I can see her green eyes just for me
As they open up that door

I want you to know I have always loved you so
And its been the longest greyhound ride
Then we walk by the people and head straight for that steeple
While I am holding the hand of my life.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 22, 2006
Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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