Bus Journey

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 When a team wins a trophy they climb aboard
The bus which drives them around the city.
Streets are rich with an abundant hoard
So glad they’re not swamped with pity.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The air is filled with colour and noise
Everyone staring at those in esteem.
Revelling in the ecstasies and joys
Of a triumphant football team.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Together they celebrate in the glory
Etching their names in the heart of the club.
People can tell grandkids another story
Of how they cheered and laughed in the hub.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Elsewhere another bus makes a trip
No players, no cup, just the usual load.
Could be different if their team hadn’t slipped
The trophy cabinet as empty as the road.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/bus-journey/