Why should I care the bus is late, or worry
That I will miss what's on the other end?
It's not as if I'm in some kind of hurry,
Or that this is a new-developed trend.
That which I wait for is so long in coming
It hardly matters for a minute more
(Well, that's not true, for my poor heart is thrumming,
But this is not the trip for which I store
Emotion up). Nor am I so in haste
That extra moments cannot be well-spent.
The time will not become a total waste,
Nor will I wish so very much I went
A bus before. It all will be OK
Because I wait for later in the day.
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