Written for and dedicated to school bus drivers everywhere.
or saved a soul from the snapping jaws of death.
and most on a good days run could care less.
we have been repeatedly trained to do a task.
and most would not even attempt to try.
due to the minutia of a ever expanding bureaucracy.
only to persecute us for every trifling thing later.
you will get a tiny pension for your devoted service.
they have temporarily entrusted to us.
every turn we make is executed flawlessly.
that come to trust us not to make a mistake.
for neither of us may be able to live with it.
Congrats on this winning piece, Kim. Wonderfully worded...and sad in it's truth. I fondly remember the bus drive who took me to school when I was around 8. I was first on, and last off because I lived on the outskirts of the city. He was so sweet and kind. I hope that you get the appreciation and respect that you deserve! The souls entrusted to your care are a precious cargo to carry. :) LOVELY write!
Thank You! Eileen It was written by a bus driver and for bus drivers.
unsung heroes a great work.They obviously deserve a place in family prayers along with teachers.
WOW! Unsung hero is right. It takes a special person to take responsibility for all those young lives. Well done, for the poem and your life's work.
Thank You! We make what we do look easy, but it is not easy at all. What hurts us most is not the students or the parents that occasionally give us a hard time, but the total thoughtlessness and lack of respect shown to us by our employers. The very people in charge of educating your children.