People Of The Bus

A foremost collection of neurotics without cars
I suppose we should all be grateful these people don’t drive
An older woman reading Harry Potter
"You’re a little late in catching the trend friend"
A gentleman who always has his book
And has never once put it down
Or even set his eyes away from it for an instant
I see him every Monday morning…
Who am I to speak a word against any one of these people?
I am riding the same bus as they are
Are these truly my people?
Or am I simply trying to reject
That I share their same fate?