WHILE ON THE BUS
I boarded the bus , you'd think how can a poem a story come fromFrom Such an eavrey day event? , you'd be suprisde
First a granny got on with her grandchild in a buggy
At the next stop a younger granny boarded the bus
She asked the older granny , '' can I slip my buggy
Next too yours please?''
''It's up too them , over there'' pointing too the
Buggy side of the bus,
The younger granny , pushed up the seat , with a shrug
Manoverde her grandchild's buggy in too the right plase
Thear she stood ,
I was not impressed with the older granny
I gave her a look of disapproval , as you do
At last the older granny got ready too to get off
She smilde and invited the younger granny too take
''Her seat , the younger granny smiled ''no need''
''Geting off my self soon''
Now thear w ere a seat beside the older granny
Room beside her buggy , thats all the younger granny
Was asking , 'nowt so quear as folk''
Next on got a boy and his mum , lovely boy
Never stopd chating too one and all with in ear
Shot of him
''Going too my best friends birthday party''
''From my old school ''
''Got too get washed , get changed''
''In just an hour''
Then he told us what a busy day he'd had
'How do you fit it all in '' , I injected
His mouther laugh , with pride and apreastion
We , the pasangers were giving her son time
Next on got a older young girl
Who refoust tooo sit , guiding , pointing out
The few vacant seats
She chatted , about how she likde the bus ''takes me
To Brourdstraies , I'd get lost with out the bus''
A woman aside why she was letting others take up the seats?
''Well '' the young girl , awncerd ''Leting the older pepole
sit'' , '' I don't mind standing''' , ''' I'll soon be in Broadstairs ''
The girl , said , here smile , her gray eyes sparkling , twinkling
''Are you saying I'm old '' the woman asked in good hummer''
To witch I replied on behalf of the girl '' you look as if you've
Had a hard day, love '' '' you've got that right , love. ''she replied
With a grin
Her smile and general well being , wormed us all
The day it self was more like spring , very worm
Sun shineing , but it were warmth of the people
I met who gave me that spring feeling.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2008-03-15 at 19:55
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