The Rainy Bus Ride

THE RAINY BUS RIDE

Sitting in the bus

I was thinking about what to do,

It was raining outside

and the passengers were few,

The weather made me wanna write a poem,

but a pen and paper I lacked,

cause my bag was all sacked.

I will memorise it said my wit,

And I began thinking I was quick.

‘Oh gracious! Why does it rain?

In this season I feel lazy and lame.’

Oh! I thought what a disgrace!

My poem had a bad beginning

and a worst base!

Let me try once again

And this time the effort wont go in vain.

‘Oh beautiful rain,

You have come again;

To create happiness
and wash away the hot summer’s pain.’

Wow! I thought as I patted my shoulder

Just to realise I dropped my folder.

Some wet papers now got dirty too,

And the other like a bird; flew!

To hell with the poem

Let me take care of my things first,

Later will I think of my poem’s next verse!

Life is so beautiful I never knew,

It’s something I realised after I met you.

Those silly fights and the sleepless nights;

All the fun on the beach,

And the stupid things you used to preach.

Some things in life I can never forget,

Nor will I ever regret.

I will love you more than you love me

And this is how it will always be.

If one day you forget the relationship we had,

I promise, I won’t feel bad,

Cause the love you give me today,

Even if its not here to stay,

All the memories will keep me alive,

And I promise I won’t be naive.

I will miss you a lot for sure,

But the memories; so strong and pure

Will keep me going till the end of my life

Or till the moment death will arrive.

L