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was about 18 when I wrote this - the first proper poem I’d ever written. Any journey is tricky and confusing at its start and sometimes when you’re young the temptation is to lash out at the wrong things cos you’re frustrated and want change. I’ve always felt a little guilty years after writing this because the girl with the pram on this particular day felt my wrath, It was the buses that really made me angry but I saw the nearest person and aimed that in the wrong place. When the bus came the driver told me, ‘sorry mate, too many prams, you have to wait.’ This happened for the next two buses but eventually I managed to get on one. It’s so hard to believe we can put people into space or put a thousand tracks on an iPod, but wheelchairs and prams must fight it out for access! AT THE BUS STATION I was waiting for a bus at the bus station where the girls trade responsibility for their imagination. Commonly confusing love for desperation. Cigarette coated hands laden with bags, pushing prams and she doesn’t talk, she’ll just text. Doesn’t know one day from the next. Mind’s not ready for complication. Those scorpion tongues that need no explanation. Maybe she’s allergic, allergic to sophistication. When she’s waiting for a bus, waiting for a bus at the bus station, it’s like half the world making out like they’re home-made Cinderella's that they’ll never be. As rain pours down they’ve got holes in their umbrellas. It’s just kids having kids, there’s no appreciation, to them it’s just a win-win situation. When the truth hits home that’s no vacation. But I just want to get on, I don’t need the aggravation. When you’re waiting for a bus, waiting for a bus at the bus station. Copyright Shaun Fallows (2019) Shaun Fallows has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act to be identified as author of this work All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in, or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. |