Older Than Me. Poem by David Darbyshire

Next stop I'll be there,
really nervous sitting in my chair.
Bus driver says 40 more minutes,
can't keep it together, falling to bits.

Jumping up and down
looking out the window,
I'm going nut's,
How far to go?

Finally he stops in a cloud of dust,
ate most of my sandwich, now the crust.
I run out the doors at our destination,
No one there OH! , the frustration.

Look around were can she be?
The Prison doors open, she is set free.
Mummy Mummy, I'm here can't you see?
Yes my son, It's just you look older than me.