MY BUS RIDE

My cute little service pick-up is down and very sick
I have to bring it to a mechanic soon and very quick
In the mean time I have to endure a slow public bus ride
So I just sit and relax forced to view the countryside

The sky is clear blue and virtually cloudless
It rendered peace to my heart which is aching still loveless
The air smells fresh and the rice field look pleasantly green
But the scenes are not enough to rinse my loneliness and pain

Every now and then we crossed some bridges
Tens of miles away I could see the mountain ridges
I then realized this is what I wanted as a small child
To ride in a bus enjoying the scene of countryside

So I traveled back in time and saw where I've been
In my 25 years of life's adventure I still got nothing
I've chased fame and fortune in futility and in vain
All I got so far were experience, humility and pain

Here I am again starting a new kind of adventure
As long as I breath no pain I cannot endure
My self respect and honor intact but gone is my pride
I am now renewed thanks for the bus ride. Bow!

By : Jun Abines