Public bus
Life is like a public bus With you the driver The road the journey One way street, winding, around bends and hills Passing all sorts of scenery, places, people Sometimes we slow down and pause Put our lives on hold for others Traffic lights, junctions, intersections Priorities, responsibilities, duties People come into our lives and leave us Passengers getting on and off But we keep driving on Cancer is like the drunkard who got onboard Disturbing the peace - annoying everyone Making rude noises - shouting slurs at everyone But we keep driving on - continuing our journey Not breaking pace - not breaking our stride Passengers will sympathise with you and cheer you on You smile knowingly and acknowledge their support Sometimes he might get off at a stop And bring back peace and order But he will leave a residue within And the journey will be forever marred Or perhaps he might go with us To the end of the journey Who knows? ...