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First Poem 1976 “Untitled” age 19
Your weary body sits almost lifeless
as the bus drags on.
A blank stare looks out the grey window
you look through
Heavy slit eyes strain to keep from sleep,
A sleep without dreams?
Scars of time
Like sand dunes
covers an aching face,
Thirsty tired hands
Holds on to yesterdays newspaper.
The bus passes the cemetery again.
as the bus drags on.
A blank stare looks out the grey window
you look through
Heavy slit eyes strain to keep from sleep,
A sleep without dreams?
Scars of time
Like sand dunes
covers an aching face,
Thirsty tired hands
Holds on to yesterdays newspaper.
The bus passes the cemetery again.
Published 13th May 2019
Author's Note
Traveling the bus to school a young boy observes an old man and wonders.
That very moment I felt an emotion I never felt and decided to put it into words. This poem was the beginning I realized life around me.
That very moment I felt an emotion I never felt and decided to put it into words. This poem was the beginning I realized life around me.
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13th May 2019 2:13am
I like this because it's a slice of life, an actual, something real to someone.
Awesome.
Awesome.
This poem has never been seen until now. Its been tied up , bound on paper and set free for anyone to see. I’m happy the words and observations from so long ago still have meaning. I appreciate comment.
13th May 2019 1:54pm
i'm thinking about write about bus traveling,today i saw this coincidence.Nice one good line(Thirsty tired hands )
