Obscure Bus Stop Poem by James McLain

She came with me always in class.
She with me hands held but our fingers
and always we walked to the bus stop.
She with me always she shared her lunch.
She and me.

By her I am made happy, but you worried so.
Truth there was except for worry but.
I like her.
His car goes really fast.

Some times he is ignored.
What was always tried, I did for her.
She who loves me there thus deeply she helped me so.
Often walking in the rain it gets wet.

Wet with the eye the all knowing eye it winks.
Which she prayed over because of me,
and me between one petal are the thorns.
Teachers the lesson I need to grow.
Going in coming out of which You know.
Walking between the rain drops.
Where it by grace through them I fell.

She gave her umbrella to me and because.
Walking through she passed by the rain.
The things I won't do for you I did and.
Now I understand the pain of loneliness,
and I need my friend…I need.

Her yellow hankerchief I hold over my eyes.
Until she comes back again.