Bus Stop

Hey Kids,

At a bus stop bench sat an old man, all alone and quiet, clear down on the end.

Leaned on his cane, he kept watching the road as the cars came round the bend.

The first bus he waved off, the second as well, then the third, and also the fourth.

It wasn’t a ride that the old man sought, just someone to acknowledge his worth.


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