Of mundane conversations and random ramblings
Amongst the ferry of unimagnative public buses, red and yellow
Plying people home from a work day
Some days you would alight off one
Other days you would board one, post meet
I have seen each bus with a different view
Love for the bringing, care for the leaver
When you arrived, you would have complaints
Of the tardiness, and the non cooperative fellow travellers
And then smile, planting a kiss, smelling of sweat and a day's work
They smelled like the rain, on a desert of your wait
I often have wondered, if the buses can ever feel my soul
For they brought me what a million Gods couldn't
They even took you back, safe and sound
I have for them often felt a debt of gratitude
The C42 brought me closer, the 494LTD would ferry you home
Sometimes it was the yellow and black cabs
I have often travelled those roads, stood at those places
Where you and I have breathed each other
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