There I am, The first light pole, Waiting for my ride. I wave to a few, And receive consolation For a life struggle.
There I am, The second light pole, Under the shade of a green canopy of leaves. I receive a greeting of consolation By a friendly whack of a paper bulletin Ruffled up into a conic shape.
There I am, On a rock, And my ride is here.
Thought of this write while literally waiting to be picked up from church today. Enjoy! Also the setting is a parking lot where I thought of this idea as well lol :P