The Bus Man


They call me the bus man,
I ride on a bus that never sleeps,
Witnessing the sun rise and set,
Viewing the street fights and lights of Toronto,
Hearing the beep and siren like the wheel that never stops,
The mighty bus takes me through the ends of former Metropolitan Toronto,
From the ancient Buddha town of Spadina to the majestic streets of Kensington market;
From the dangerous streets of Corktown to the liberating streets of Cabbagetown;
From the Vegan streets of Danforth to the cash cow Financial district of Bay Street;
From the colossal streets of Etobicoke to the historic streets of Scarborough;
Future generations will forever remember me as the bus man.

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