Upon my Journey Home













(After a Tweet by Reine des Abeilles)

We parted on the main street
You walked off for your train
Now I’m waiting at the bus stop
In the night time, in the rain.
The bus will be so crowded.
I'll have to stand up all alone.
I hope that there's a kindly soul
upon my journey home.


I never have been dumped before
It makes me feel quite small.
It makes me feel this effort
Is hardly worth it all.
So tired and so weary.
So chilled down to the bone.
I hope that there's a kindly soul
upon my journey home.


The rain is falling softly
My heart is falling hard
And a bus stop is no place to be
When you’re so  freshly scarred.


I see it in the distance
Coming down the hill.
A friendly looking driver
I only hope he will
stop his bus to get me
and not leave me in this zone.
I hope that there's a kindly soul
upon my journey home.

2 comments:

Ken Armstrong said...

I changed a word.
I do that.
k

amro said...

This is just lovely, sir.