From International Viewpoints (IVy) Issue 17 - June 1994
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Bus Fares (or On The Road Again)
By Jim Burtles, England
Actually, there had not been a lot of fuss.
In reality, I had just stepped off the bus.
I simply knew that I could not afford the fare
And so, of course, I felt unwelcome there.
Without the essential - money with which to pay.
Just by the side of the Road to Somewhere, I lay.
I sat dreaming about some far off lands,
And wearily contemplated my empty hands.
I had heard of a wondrous Bridge, some way ahead,
'Of priceless beauty' the uniformed man had said.
So, without the price, price-less I just stood around
Feeling rather out but not yet completely down.
Now I can see those golden coaches for what they are,
No different from a heavily armoured car!
Today I happily ride on a horse and cart,
Cosier and warmer, it's cheaper for a start.
A shining new Bridge is now clearly in my view,
It may not be priceless but it will surely do.
It goes to exactly where I would wish to be,
What is more, it starts right here, for you and me.
Fri Sep 15 19:05:36 EDT 2006