Poem -
THE OLD BUS STATION
The old bus station could tell some storiesĀ
All about love, life and maybe former glories
Situated closeby to town and the market placeĀ
Welcomed every person of religion or raceĀ
My fondest memory was receiving my first kiss
Missed my bus but the opportunity too good to miss
I remember also the buses being a shiny blue
Going upstairs was considered a better viewĀ
The old bus station I'm afraid is no longer there
Replaced by a hotel and a shop called save and wear
What a shame things are never the sameĀ
Who is at fault and who is the person to blame?
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Comments
Hi Kieran, I just wanted to say that I really like this poem. It just seems to mean so much to me with saying very little. A very great write. And your so right things never stay the same, that`s why we should never taken things for granted! All the best. The Fish of the Sea.