Whether driving Bus Eireann through cramped city streets
or out in the country, with tractors and sheep
or high in the cockpit of a deluxe touring coach
the Irish Bus Driver is better than most
Behind the wheel of behemoth beast
a wily character upon his seat
his wits about him every day
exuding humour, come what may
The roads are narrow, winding, steep
obstacles lurk and idiots beep
the Irish Bus Driver breathes slowly, deeply
and protects his passengers, anger not creeping
He has the patience of a saint
keeps temper even, when things ain’t
conditions worsen, eyes are burning
good music plays, DJ grooving
With nerves of steel, he makes no fuss
he charms the women on the bus
reaches a hand to help the weary
has knowledge to share and is rarely dreary
His driving day is very long
from Dublin to Galway, detour by Cong
he says to his clients “meet back here by 3”
the next stop serves the sweetest tea
Of course, there’s always one who’s late
the driver must smile, and never berate
he gets points for highest of driving skills
and also, for zero ‘recorded’ kills
At the end of the day, on roads not for bussing
he gets us home safely, tired but smiling
“Thank you!” we call to our Irish Bus Driver
who continues alone. Back same time tomorrow.
(Not a poet! But hope you enjoyed that tribute.)
RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish 