An Ode To Bus Travel

A hastily written original – by Sarah

It has been thirteen hours at least
And not an end in sight
Had hoped for a wink of sleep
But that died earlier tonight
If only the babies would stop screaming
The air didn’t stink of toilet
If vendors left us to our dreaming
Maybe I’d be able to enjoy it
“It will be worth it when we get there,”
I optimistically say to myself
And can’t help but wonder
If I’ve already sacrificed my mental health
It’s back on board for a new place, another round
So I’ll grit my teeth and bear it
The sleepless misery’s what travel is about
And somehow gives life to my spirit


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