ballad

BALLAD


The bus,
The way I get down the road,
The ticket to my future,
Where I eat and where I rode.

I eat some food,
And take a nap;
Lay down in the isle
Not worrying about the map.

We are all excited to get there
And to reach our destination.
It is all fine and dandy
Until the examination.

I got on and saw my bag,
It was in the isle
And not where I had put it
Those stupid people must have took it.

Their money their checks,
Their cameras, their phones,
Everything was gone,
And their voices cracked in a very light tone.

My books, my bags,
Were on the floor
They took it so easy
Just by walking through the door.

My homework was gone
My phone was safe;
I was happy
But now it’s late.

I am doing it again
Just like I did before,
If only
They hadn’t broken the door.