Next stop I'll will be there
Sitting nervously in my chair
Bus driver says 40 more minutes
Can't keep it together falling in bits
Jumping up and down
Looking out the window
I'm going nut's
How far to go
Finally he stops in a cloud of dust
Ate most of my sandwich now the crust
I run out the door at our destination
No one there OH! the frustration
Look around were can she be
The Prison doors open she is finally set free
Mummy Mummy I'm here can't you see
Yes my son it's just you look older than me
Wow! This one makes one stop and think! An ironic twist one this one...I enjoyed it, irony makes paints an interesting picture...prison must have been an easier life than the outside world! Hmmm??
Enjoyed this,
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Intestesting and thought-provoking! Assuming that the prison feed the prisoners well; and then mummuy didn't have to worry about making money. The son, on the other hand had all the worries that life brings to him while being on the outside.
Hhhhhmmmmm...not really sure if it's what you were trying to imply in this poem. I could be wrong. But that's just my humble opinion.
Sandie May Angel :o)
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2007
A powerful write,Lotz of excitement for time has lost,
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Enjoyed this,
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Hhhhhmmmmm...not really sure if it's what you were trying to imply in this poem. I could be wrong. But that's just my humble opinion.
Sandie May Angel :o)
Michael