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Free from high school i hustle for a warm bus,
Through the window i watch lovers play,
While at the back, a beautiful baby makes a fuss.

By himself, an old black man gets on at the 7/11 stop,
The lines on his exquisite mahogany coloured face screaming a secret story,
His eyes full of Jazz 'n' Blues and B-Bop,
His back sat up in pure glory.

He begins joking with me and calls me kid,
When a lonely tear rolls down his fragile cheek,
So unforgettable that my memory plays it back so vivid,
And i wonder what the pain behind his crooked smile seeks.

Now i saw an old lonely man lost in despair,
With a heart so warm that was all alone,
The years of history showing by his frizzy grey hair,
And i treid to imagine how far his feet had flown.

I could see that he was filled with wisdom,
I could feel for something he was wishing,
The lines on his hands showed his battle for freedom,
Then finally i wondered if it was his old girl he was missing. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ruby1987 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

The Old Black Man On The Bus

Contributed by ruby1987 on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 05:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

A normal cold and windy day,
Free from high school i hustle for a warm bus,
Through the window i watch lovers play,
While at the back, a beautiful baby makes a fuss.

By himself, an old black man gets on at the 7/11 stop,
The lines on his exquisite mahogany coloured face screaming a secret story,
His eyes full of Jazz 'n' Blues and B-Bop,
His back sat up in pure glory.

He begins joking with me and calls me kid,
When a lonely tear rolls down his fragile cheek,
So unforgettable that my memory plays it back so vivid,
And i wonder what the pain behind his crooked smile seeks.

Now i saw an old lonely man lost in despair,
With a heart so warm that was all alone,
The years of history showing by his frizzy grey hair,
And i treid to imagine how far his feet had flown.

I could see that he was filled with wisdom,
I could feel for something he was wishing,
The lines on his hands showed his battle for freedom,
Then finally i wondered if it was his old girl he was missing.

Copyright © ruby1987 ... [ 2003-09-15 17:35:00]
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Re: The Old Black Man On The Bus (User Rating: 1 )
by Jellybellyprincess on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 05:49:54 PM AEST
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Wow Ruby! That was a truly moving peice of writing. I love how you have an ordinary situation like a bus ride turn into a really touching experience. Just beautiful!

Love Joy and Peace,
Jellybellyprincess

Re: The Old Black Man On The Bus (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 15th September 2003 @ 09:40:58 PM AEST
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Very touching write!
It's really sad to me how when folks get old no one has time for them. that's a very sad thing.
I'm sure this ole man will never 4 get u either.
U never know u may have given him his first kind word in months.
Take care and don't ever loose your compassion-n-wisdom.
PEACE, JOY, LUV,
emy

Re: The Old Black Man On The Bus (User Rating: 1 )
by LovingWhispers on Tuesday, 16th September 2003 @ 03:55:43 AM AEST
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WOW!! What a great poem..very touching.I wrote one the same except I was on a downtown train.Its called "My jacket took a ride on a downtown train" Very similar to your experience.Terrific work here!! :)

Re: The Old Black Man On The Bus (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 29th February 2004 @ 06:38:26 PM AEST
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this is soooo good.

wildejohnny.

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