Poem 4 – Bus Trip

Bus Trip

Being tall is very hard
On bus trips to unknown places.
So many passing cars
So many unknown faces.
Like to watch the world go by
With my knees pressed to my chest
I wish bus seats were larger.
They’re designed for all the rest.

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