Commuter’s Lament

Oh transport,

Why doest thou elude me so?

Taxis pass as a full bus,

And not even the advent

Of a kind soul

To save mine.

My legs grow weary

As my patience

Wears thin,

But as I’m about

To give up,

A distant maxi

Gives me hope again.

But this hope is false

There’s no room for me,

So I start my vigil once more.