The Bus Ride

I was riding the bus

it seemed like for hours,

when I noticed an older man

and he was holding some flowers.

I kept admiring them

now and again,

when he suddenly came over

and said, "Excuse me, friend…

I noticed you looking

at the flowers, and me,

and I think that my wife

would like you to have them, you see.

I’ll simply explain

that I gave them away,

to a nice stranger I met

on my bus ride, today."

Well, I thanked him, and watched him

exit the bus all alone,

and walk into a small cemetery

and kneel at a lone headstone.