The invisible bus driver

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Going down the same route,
the man in the glasses sees them all —
tall, short, angry, rude,
he picks them from the same stop
and rides them to town all day long.

He tells them to watch their step,
they listen to him and sometimes, not at all.
He remembers their faces,
but his face, they seem to remember not.

He drives around town,
going round and round,
he has many dream and plans,
but driving the bus was never one of them…
never, not at all.

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