Mr Bellmeister catches the bus.

David Wakeling

When Albert Bellmeister reached 79 years old,
His Doctor told him he had only 12 months to live.
He had an uneventful life if the truth be told.
Sadly the tumour on his brain was inoperative.
Albert took the horrid news with dignity and poise.
He announced  to the blue sky that he would catch the bus.
He put on his best white shirt without making a noise.
He tied his tie as neatly as he could without a fuss.
He even polished his shoes after scrubbing his feet.
He was ready to catch the bus that stopped down the street.

After having a boiled egg  he started walking,
He headed for the old bus stop on Destiny Street.
In the bus stop he stared at all the people talking.
They were all so busy, he smiled and felt complete.
An dear old lady asked him what he was smiling  for.
“ I’m smiling , Albert said, because I’m almost finished,
This is my last Bus ride. I won’t be back  anymore.“
“ I hope you have a safe journey ”,the old lady wished.
“Safety is not my concern, said Albert,” I am done.”
With that he boarded the bus smiling at everyone.

The bus took Albert close by the Pacific Ocean,
He even shed a tear for the beauty of the waves.
The bus passed the shops filled with active men and women,
He smiled at the children but thought they looked like slaves.
At Lakeside he called to the driver to let him off.
On the last step Albert tipped his hat to everyone.
He reached  a small park called King Park  and started to cough.
Accepting that this was a fitting place in the Sun.
He sat down on a park bench and looked up to the sky.
He took a handful of sleeping pills, he wanted to die.

The police found his body with a note in his shoe.
The note read: “To my dear Christine. Oh how I loved you,
I never told you often enough but it was true.
I worshiped you always and I just hope that you knew.
I guess the only thing that really matters at all,
Is if a man can say he found Love he can stand tall.”
The days drifted by like white feather on a wave,
And a  lady called Christine placed a rose on his grave.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2024 01:46
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  • Goldfinch60

    What a wonderful poem David. I say this very rarely but it will go into my favourites.


    • David Wakeling

      Coming from you that is high praise indeed.Thank you

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