Public Transportation Sonnet
I have not read the signs and portents right
I missed the vital deviation, so
Although I wish with all my grumpy might
I have to go where I am forced to go
My close-planned day is stood upon its head
And non to blame but my misguided glance
If I had been more careful when I read . . .
But I was rushing in my usual dance
To get things done, no matter what the cost
So here I sit with naught to do, but wait
While all that precious waking time is lost
Annoyed and helpless, frustrated and late
But busses travel when and where they will
Whether or not we have the time to kill.
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