An everyday poem in everyday language

I lock the door

Walk out of the building

Aiming myself towards  the bus station.

I choose to ambulate on the boardwalk

On the empty benches

There are characters siting

Every day

I talk to a different one

And I keep on walking

Trying not to miss the bus

I higher my pace,

Thinking about the

Conversation of today

Finally I get to the bus stop

I just make the bus

Thank you,

I say to the bus driver. 

The End

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