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June 18, 2004

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"Transit Lament"

Forgive me for my anger
For I feel a bit neglect
My morning transportation
Did leave me like a speck

While rain poured down
Mine hand ‘twas raised high
Yet still not a notice
As she performed her fly by

O’ wretched day
Of thee I regard
And warrant mine insolence
For thine own watch-guard

Of the driver who
I thought I knew
Glanced not my way
While plainly in view

But run tho’ I did
As the transport buzzed past
“Why me? Why now?”
‘Twas these to God asked

Yet catch her not
That ellusive prize
Abandoned to soak
Under cloud-covered skies

Hope for smooth travel
Tho’ must I not bide
Tethered to agendum
‘Tis a stretch of my pride

But lo here I stand
(If but a bit sodden)
A fitting example
O’ the lowly downtrodden

Posted at 08:44 am

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Comments (2):
That is so sad! :( I looks like you did eventually get to work. If it’s any consolation, a squirrel lost its life in my backyard this morning due to the rain. At least you just got wet!

Jill () - June 18, 2004 at 09:29 am

Hey, Manik! :) Haven’t seen you around for a while. Yes, I wrote it… ‘Tis my experience with the bus on Friday morn. :)

timsamoff () (URL) - June 19, 2004 at 11:52 am

  
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