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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