Poem 4 – Bus Trip

Chad Bonaker Poems of a Younger Me May 29, 2014July 31, 2020 1 Minute

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.

Published by Chad Bonaker

Covid 19 Unemployed Theater Designer (Lighting, Sets, and Video). Podcaster Father with Random Thoughts about life. View all posts by Chad Bonaker

Published May 29, 2014July 31, 2020

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