Waiting For A Bus Poem by George C. Gates

I can remember waiting
For what seemed like the longest time in my life
For the bus to arrive.

I kept on reassuring myself:
'It will come. It will be here, ' I told myself.
But it never showed.

I had nowhere to go.
I knew that staying at the bus stop would do me no good.
But I was scared to leave.

And then, I remember another bus arriving.
'Should I get on? ' I asked myself.
What if the other bus comes and I miss it?
I was scared; I didn't know what to do.

But I knew I had to take the chance.
The other bus may have never come.
And on that day I realized, in life, you have to take chances.
Because if you don't, odds are you'll never get anywhere.

And I realized something about the bus I decided to take:
It took me somewhere far greater than I was originally trying to go.