I stand in the rain waiting for my bus and in the bus I wait for my stop. I get let off and go to work where I wait for the day to end and then go home, waiting for the bus, of course, and my stop. And at home I read and wait for my hour to go to bed and I wait for the day I can retire and wait for my turn to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON |