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My bus pass came today

I got it through the post

I take the bus 'bout every day

More frequently than most.

 

It's nice to have a bus pass

Means I don't have to pay

But there's this other feeling

Knew it would come one day

 

It's that bus pass lying there

Says to me "You're old!

The government has got you now

In a werewolf's hold

 

Now everything is regulated

Housing, pension, care

And if there's no bed for you to die in

They'll leave you lying there

 

They'll sigh in young frustration

As they pass you in the street

They'll laugh because you're old

With unsure, fumbling feet

 

So take the bus, don't worry!

It'll save your legs a mile. "

But I know the younger ones

Will stand me in the aisle.

 

Yet I still have my pride

And Youth won't conquer me

That feeling of decrepitude?

For now, I'll leave it be.

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Written by
sarah-jane-platt
English
Published
May 12, 2010
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Notes

Read this in a Yorkshire accent as if you were an elderly man or woman.

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