Fifteen

Fifteen people on a bus
Are nervous just like me
Fifteen friendships yet to grow
Are on the same journey
Fifteen bags were packed with care
Our baggage will reveal
Fifteen different people who
Are hurting or can heal
Fifteen came from far and wide
To seek adventure here
Fifteen different hands to hold
If we can fight the fear
Fifteen in a world distilled
The bus a home to each
Fifteen individuals
We learn we share we teach

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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