Riding On the Bus of Life

Riding on the bus of life

It seems we are given many choices.

But when we hear the driver say

“Next stop…” we often don’t hear the voices

Guiding us to get off here

Or warning us to just keep riding

And may find we disembarked

At a place that lacks much to guiding.

We can’t go back, we can’t undo

What maybe took us by surprise.

Wherever we find ourselves, then,

We must to this challenge rise.

Naida Lavon

11-11-10

Renegade Writers: a break off of Write Around Portland Workshop Fall 2010

Held at the Portland Art Museum.

Prompt:s

“The next stop: Enchantment

Parental Angst

The Color Blue

8 minute free write