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Hop up onto the bus of life There's room enough for a short ride When we are young, we're at the front We steer, give gas and speed over the bumps We are the ones that give directions Left or right at the next intersection Over the roads of life we cajole On through the decades we continue to roll But someday the bus of life slows down Your brow is furrowed with a frown For you are now only a passenger With wrinkled eyes and greying hair Others drive the Bus today Driving near and far away And with every year that passes by You reminisce with a wistful sigh One day when the bus slows down And creeps so slowly out of town You will be sitting at the very back As you ride along the furrowed Track That leads you to your last Destiniation The end of Life, the final station 😉
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC
The Bus of Life
Hop up onto the bus of life There's room enough for a short ride When we are young, we're at the front We steer, give gas and speed over the bumps We are the ones that give directions Left or right at the next intersection Over the roads of life we cajole On through the decades we continue to roll But someday the bus of life slows down Your brow is furrowed with a frown For you are now only a passenger With wrinkled eyes and greying hair Others drive the Bus today Driving near and far away And with every year that passes by You reminisce with a wistful sigh One day when the bus slows down And creeps so slowly out of town You will be sitting at the very back As you ride along the furrowed Track That leads you to your last Destiniation The end of Life, the final station 😉
I heard a story once about Life being like a bus ride. When we are young we are in the driver`s seat, steering and accelerating and in control. then one day we will become passengers and with each passing year will move one row further back. At the end we are stretched out on the big seat right at the back of the bus, enjoying the view and letting the young ones drive. It is no longer "our" bus and it now belongs to the next generation. It`s up to them to do the driving now😉
Chris-
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64/M/Germany
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC
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