------This Old Bus------
This old bus has taken me
to many worldly places
I've seen and spoken with
several thousand faces
It's given me the grandest view
of every social height
I'm pleased and thankful I've enjoyed
each pleasure and delight
Now this bus is getting tired
I hear its engine sputter
Its gears are also getting old
I feel it shake and shudder
The steering's really getting loose
it's hard to stay on track
The finish too is old and worn
I can see it start to crack
The roof has suffered thru the years
It's letting daylight in
And the rims that hold the tires
are rusty, old and thin
The light that guides my way at night
is dim or my eyes can't see
I'd shoot it if it were a horse
but it happens this old bus is me
R. Wayne Porter
copyright © 1997 R. Wayne Porter