| THE BUS..STRANGE HOW THIS ONE HAPPENED! I WORKED ON IT FOR WEEKS...THOUGHT I WAS FINISHED UNTIL THE LORD SAID "NOT YET!" I'M THE FIRST ONE TO ADMIT THAT SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO "LGLG!!" (Let Go & Let God !!!) |
The transit station terminal Was in the center of the town And crowded still at six pm With rush hour winding down Among people hurrying here and there Juggling schedules, bags and books The young boy stood unnoticed Drawing not a thought or look In his teens or early twenties He was thin and hollow-eyed His sullen face showed not a hint Of desperation trapped inside Dressed in faded, baggy jeans Stringy hair fell in his eyes His hands jammed in the pockets Of a jacket too big for his size Benjamin's story was a sad one He was completely on his own His mother'd died when he was four He'd spent his life in foster homes Bounced around the city Always changing friends and schools Had left him bitter; at loose ends With no respect for laws or rules When his 18th birthday rollled around The law said he was grown... With fifty dollars and a bus pass They dumped him on the streets alone It took suprisingly little time For him to try both crime and drugs His life took on a sad routine Amid the homeless and the thugs He’d rob someone and use the cash To feed his cruel addiction It was a one-way track that only led Down a road to sure extinction He watched the buses come and go While he slouched against one wall And until he spotted the number 12 He never moved at all.... But as he watched the bus approach He knew it was the one A crosstown trip....plenty of time For what needed to be done Full of homeward bound commuters Each carrying credit cards and cash He'd pick one out and do his thing Take for his own their stash... No, this was not the first time He'd used robbery as a tool To fund his need for hardcore drugs But last time he'd been a fool Unprepared when the "mark" grew angry Then turned tables on the thief Ben was beaten up quite badly Before he escaped and found relief Still, it wasn't long before addiction Forced him back onto the streets But this time he was ready He neared the bus with shuffling feet |
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