Another Jane
Another Jane
I am on the bus to nowhere
And she slips in beside me
Her lithe frame barely there
Her dress is tattered and torn
She tries to smile
Her sadness remains
No I don’t know her name
Just another lost soul
She gets off at the next stop
Shuffles along the aisle
The driver seems annoyed
I step up and pay her fare
I sit back in my seat
Watching her disappear
I think of her sometimes
When I feel I’ve had enough
When life gets me down
When if seems a waste
I think of her half smile
The sadness contained
Never seen her again
Likely dead in some alleyway
Buried in a potter's grave
Another nameless Jane
JD
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