This comes from my own personal experience when in grad school, all I had to get around with was a 10-speed bicycle. At times, however, when I needed to go downtown, or elsewhere I relied on the bus. The waiting for it to show up made me anxious. I felt like it would never come, never get me where I needed to go, or get me there on time.
I can't quit re-reading this poem.
Wow! Thank you. I'm humbled.
It works, love it,
That's amazing....and so is the way your mind works dear friend!
Can you explain your meaning on....the bus that didn't want to come.
This comes from my own personal experience when in grad school, all I had to get around with was a 10-speed bicycle. At times, however, when I needed to go downtown, or elsewhere I relied on the bus. The waiting for it to show up made me anxious. I felt like it would never come, never get me where I needed to go, or get me there on time.
Isn't it interesting how a negative experience 50 years ago can morph into something so beautiful ?