Sitting on the night bus
Workday now behind you
Giggles from the back row
Sniggers from behind you
Kids out on the rampage
Bullies that despise you
You smile at them so sweetly
Bow your head retreating
Picking at the seating
Feet nervously tapping
Still the kids are laughing
Dodging cracks in pavements
Gaps in time to fall through
Games you’re always playing
Watch out they’re behind you
Close your eyes in darkness
Light that cannot shine through
A lifetime lost in childhood
Whisper lest they find you.
R.M Roberts ©2011
Tales From Behind A Cushion 