He bides his time at the bus stop,
the one he's always used.
He looks around but when,
he doesn't seem them, he boards.
He goes to the middle,
where he always sits.
He greets his neighbor's child,
who is only ten years old.
He listens in to the driver's
funny jokes of the day.
They are the exact same ones,
he laughed to as a kid.
The bus stumbles along,
already on its final breath.
It turns down familiar roads,
the man has known all his life.
At a junction it passes a bus,
with even more people inside.
Explosion, fire, screams, death,
and possibly, for one, paradise.
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