every day he waited
for the 69 bus
the bus never arrived
he did not know
they had cancelled
that line
a year ago
too often we yearn
for something that
might never happen
doggedly disregarding
the signs
only
to wind up lingering
clueless without agenda
in the waiting room
of unfulfilled expectations
with life passing by
beyond the walls
- Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 11th, 2020 18:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Awesome! Really thought provoking!
thanks so much Blackhawkwings (like your name!), I appreciate your comment!
Those unfulfilled expectations will always be with us as we will always hope that we can fulfil them.
Andy
Thanks Andy, hope is eternal.
Cooeee Fred. Good write.
Was he waiting a year for that bus then?!
Similar thing - sending Christmas cards to folk who passed away donkeys years ago. Well, maybe no-one tells us, and we can't find out - lose contact with relatives, etc.
Thanks Orchie, I guess you might have waited for five years! 🙂 ...and that's why I don't send Christmas cards anymore. A phonecall is much more personal.
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