Transport Etiquette
On the go again, waitingÂ
Always blinking waiting.
When early they're late
When late they're early
Mother's would say it's Sod's law.
But that pressure release noiseÂ
Ahhhh ...Those doors open.
Seeking respite from nipping cold or pouring rain
Driving smile greeted,Â
finding that last empty seat!
Next to strangers but familiar faces,
some with welcoming eyes
Others not so.
Alas, southern eye contact must be omitted from this journeyÂ
Where those northern eyes do greet you with a nod, somtimes a smileÂ
Next stop.. …
Blustering cold whooshesÂ
An elderly man arrives slowly but capablyÂ
Automatically we stand up, offering him some comfortÂ
Which he refuses.
Although you now remain standing incase he changes his mind.
Which he does, as his grip isn't what it once was
Nor his balanceÂ
You purposefully don't look his way
To keep his dignity in tact
Arriving at your destination
In one piece
And possibly on time!
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Comments
Hello Lorna...
Don't ya know...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Pinning K
sparrowsong
Thanks SparrowsongÂ
glad you liked this one
Lorna xxx
Woww you've depicted bus rides and the commute feel with scenes awesomely in words. Kudos for the fab poem!
plz also read and comment my new poem too.
Thank you, and I've already commented :)Â
kind regardsÂ
Lorna x
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I had almost forgotten about riding on busses & all that goes hand in hand with it .. So very well captured Lorna .. I think the old fella would have appreciated your kind & knowing gesture .. well worth all the accolades I can award thee missus L .. Neville x
Hi neville
its been a long time for me too, I was trying to persuade my 15 year old to try the bus, but he'd rather walk!!Â
thanksÂ
Lorna xx
I prob used busses in the first 30 years of my life and I always found bus journeys (taken alone) were my most reflective times...Great write Lorna x
Hello Marion, thanks for your coment .Yeah I get that reflection, the local trains too, it would always give me a chance to sort my head out before work, now driving you have to sort your head out before you get in the car!!
a lot less time :(
Not only a huge amount of Dignity for the elderly but your imagery and unconditional thinking for another human is truly marvelous. Lorna my bus as a child was the 88 you just brought back some amazing memories thank you. A gorgeous poem love this so much. 🌹
I really appreciate you're lovely comment, my bus when I was young was the "319" I haven't been on one in 15 years to be honest. This was memories past, before the car took over my life..I'm under the assumption that nothing has changed but I think I'd be mistaken haha
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I miss those buses Lorna, the open ended ones and the claustrophobic back staircase even for a kid!
Your poem is a treasured memory bubble and a return to happier times with hardly any cars on the road also.
And the bus would really drag so slowly going up a steep hill and in winter when it was freezing weather outside, the best seats to be toastie warm, were the front ones behind the driver, for the heat coming off the engine.
Ah! The good old days and good old full honours to you writing this wonderful step back in time and to bid a return to those innocent halcyon days.🌝
Thanks bonny lass and kudos to you and your magic time machine ink :)
Shaun xx Â
Hello Shaun, thank you so much for your kind commentÂ
yes it's been a while since the bus days, but I do love the hussle and "bus"tle of it all
Hope you're good and well
and I'm glad I sent you back in time for a momentÂ
love
lorna x
Hello Lorna and hope you are well and it was more than a moment.
Keep writing and I'll keep reading bonny lass.
Shaun xx Â