An Ode To Bus Travel

A hastily written original - by Sarah

It has been thirteen hours at least

And not an end in sight

Had hoped for a wink of sleep

But that died earlier tonight

If only the babies would stop screaming

The air didn't stink of toilet

If vendors left us to our dreaming

Maybe I'd be able to enjoy it

"It will be worth it when we get there,"

I optimistically say to myself

And can't help but wonder

If I've already sacrificed my mental health

It's back on board for a new place, another round

So I'll grit my teeth and bear it

The sleepless misery's what travel is about

And somehow gives life to my spirit