Route 425


Walked from cinema, streets black in hue

Flashing lights shone, the bus gleamed new

Tumbling rain drizzled, neon lights blue

The bus-stop beckoned a threatening due.

 

My beat had quickened, pacing heart too

Looking to the left, my stomach ached through

Three homeless slept cold, braving the dew

Feeling guilt I shrivelled, sorrow told true.

 

Flashing lights cracked breaching the sky

Warning a clap, booming a-nigh

Waited in rain for 4 2 5

Street lights flickered, rain withered and died

 

Hopping aboard, I hustled to sit

Nearing the back I found an abyss

Eyes leered behind and burned anear

I was being watched for no iphone was here

 

Android shone brightly, mapping my way

GPS directed me traversing its way

Broken white lines twisted and turned

Fulfilling the ride all choppy and churned

 

Amber shone dimly, passing a must

The route steered right, passing a bus

Drawing to station, passenger alone

Holding her hand – signalled to throne

 

Red lights shone, doors flung in debate

No welcome aboard, sat driver in wait

Fighting her way drawn to a close

Rested her head to a nearer abode

 

The bus tunnelled, white tiled once new

Main road arrived, traffic was few

Darting our way from pillar to post

My destination seemed so handsomely close

 

My trip had finished, a walk was due

My saddened thought had made me blue

I wished I had helped the poor three men

I knew I must return to them

 

Tomorrow I will make a vow

To brighten their night somehow

I wish to make them feel anew

For this is something I must do.

Route 425

Photographed using my Google Nexus on location

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Give to help.

Don’t be stubborn.

Be assertive and caring in what you do.

You will become a better person if you do.

Until next time – Happy Shooting!

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