FULL CIRCLE
(The Bus)


You pulled up to the curb
A decade ago –
Your wheels were young,
Geared, you were low –

Strong and good tempered,
You always did start –
Rage, you were down
For service or parts.

Built not for speed
You pounded the all –
Your petal to the metal
When your number was called.

Your cheerful demeanor
Set you apart –
Your wheels won games,
Your smile won hearts.

Loved by the people,
You garnered their trust –
You lowered your fare
When you wheels showed rust.

Skeptics did doubt you
With words that were strong –
You came back with a tune up,
And proved them all wrong!
We’ve run now full circle,
Our journey complete –
Sad, we unbuckle
And rise from our seats.

We gather our towels
And slowly do file –
As we drink in the moment
We walk now, the aisle.

The aisle to the door,
Down the steps we descent –
On this cold Detroit night
Our journey here ends.

Farewell our dear friend –
We will say not “Goodbye” –
For we will board down the road
For one last short ride.

Just an hour or two
Down your steps yet again –
At a curbside in Canton
To honor our friend!
 

James Anthony Thomas