Miss waiting for the bus
Will need its service
No longer
No more work
No more waiting
Or rushing
No bus pass
Hot chocolate on
A winter's day
Freezing hands
And feet
No new people
To just say
Hi to
Or even a book
To read
Most of all
Will miss you
My friend my companion
You waited with me
Till my bus came
Sometimes with candy
Melted from your pocket
A poem to read me
Inked on you arm
A joke to tell me
A tale or two
Even a whistled song
Though Metro stops
For me
Hopefully you wont