Backwards to Past Sorrows

At past memories Bus Station, I stood out side
Waiting for the bus to come
That would take me on the long scenic ride
along the highway of past things said and done

Waiting to board the bus were many like me
Waiting to make their way
To times of many a cherished as well as sad memory
Through the states of a bygone day

Holding my ticket in my hand
I awaited with bated breath
Wondering if I could stand seeing again
Those who preceded me in death

What would I say to them
Or further more what could I do
To explain to them the why or when
I did all I had to go through

To get to the time to take this bus ride
To the past to see them once more
Those I love and know who reside
In the state of days of yore

Would mother, father and siblings I love
Be at my destination with joy to greet me
As I cast my eye to the sky above
I wondered what the outcome would be

Walking into the depot I made an exchange
To take the bus to uncertain tomorrows
For no matter the future ride or how strange
I refused to take the ride backwards to past sorrows

H. Wilson