A bitter youth boards a yellow bus
Impatient, petulant child, hardened by hurt
Each rule a challenge... accepted... defeated
Malicious moves, drawing blood first

School ends... lessons continue
Building character, life and family
Settled into (or for) what is (or was) in front of him
Same stuff different day (life is what you make it)

Middle age, not alone but lonely
In line and out of trouble (with great effort)
Memory left-overs... care free days
The world spins faster, time has wings

Aged and waiting; for a bus with no schedule
Longing for happiness before the journey
Ending elusive exuberance; the bus arrives with six handles
May he find peace at the end of the road

When my turn comes I won’t be waiting

© Oct 2014, Michael J. Nappi