Author: Time To Change PM
yesterdays bus journey home.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 189 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-23-06 - id: 2118846
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She was small and old,
Woollen hat pulled low,
Down to her glasses
Protecting from the harsh cold.
I saw the weariness in her face
And was moved with pity.
She found a seat, sat down.
The bus started up
Brrrrrrrrr brrrrrrrrrrrrr brrrrrrrrr
It roared along.
I was shaken, clinging to the yellow poles
But it didn't bother me.
The bus shoots to a halt.
The ramp is lowered
A woman pushes another,
The wheel chair rolls up the ramp.
"Excuse me" says the disabled one
I look, to see who she is talking to.
"Excuse me" she says again, "Excuse me darling"
I am not in the way?
Then I realise, as the old woman stands up
She moves out of the seat,
And the wheel chair is pushed into the reserved area.
Beep, beep, beep.
The ramp rolls back in.
I watch her as she clings to the pole.
Shaking with every bump of the bus.
She looks so small and fragile.
I smile at her in sympathy,
And her eyes light with the joy of companionship.
She smiles back.