The bus stop is a dreary place,
Doom and gloom on every face.
Another day, I’m off to school,
I forgot my homework like a fool.
My book bag heavy on my back,
My mind not on school but running track.
Finally, the bus comes down the street,
I move to the side, shuffling my feet.
Picking a seat halfway back,
My friends around me, like a pack.
The bus pulls away from the curb,
I rewrite my homework, every noun and verb.
I have arrived at school,
Exiting the bus, trying to act cool.
Strolling towards the door, the first bell rings,
I hurry off to class, gathering my things.
I sit at my desk, next to my friend,
Tomorrow at the bus stop, it begins again.