The Struggle Bus, by Sara Sabadosa

Dedicated to Hannah Faber

Hurry! Hurry! All aboard the struggle bus.

With a wailing baby who’s causing a fuss.

And her mother who has sleep-deprived eyes,

Plus a cranky bus driver who utters lies!

The girl next to me failed her spelling bee,

And the grandmother next to her spilled her tea.

There’s a cranky child rolling on the floor.

Distracted people trip on him as they exit the door.

An investigative man can’t keep his stories straight.

And a new entrepreneur is running thirty minutes late.

A college grad seeks her dissertation in distress

Her aura tugs at my heart, I must confess.

The crowd of flawed humans trapped in one tiny space.

Express various emotions that we all certainly face.

But, at some point, the “so-called” journey is complete

And everyone must rise and get out of their seat.

Time to look straight in the eye of the challenge at hand

And not let it defeat us; we must take a stand.

All our worries, fears, and stress are left on the bus.

Now, productive and creative energy surrounds us!