The Bus Stop In The Shade Poem by C.F. Wilkins

He worked a summer job.
This he did to help out.
The family needed more income.
That's what this was about.

As he stood at the bus stop
Feeling lonely, insignificant and small,
He viewed society in confusion
And wondered if he mattered at all.

As the young man boarded the bus,
The bus driver whistled a song.
It was a peaceful, pleasant tune
For anyone who came along.

The teenager took a seat
In the back part of the bus.
That's how things were back then.
He did it without a fuss.

They were from two different worlds,
The bus driver and the young man.
A man of experience and mature years-
And a young one with unsure plans.

Sometimes they were the only two
On that bus in the morning ride.
And the bus driver whistled his song
With a joy from deep inside.

The boy loved the bus driver's song,
It made his problems go away.
He felt its warmth in his soul
And wished that it would always stay.

Now of mature years himself,
He who was the young one back then,
Often poses to himself the question of
What would have happened when,

If he had chosen to walk home
After the workday was made,
Would the bus driver have passed him by
As he looked for the next stop in the shade?

But he whom he loves to think about
Is the morning driver with a heart.
And the song that the bus driver whistled-
The beloved 'How Great Thou Art'.