I sit and talk with old ladies
While waiting for a bus
It constitutes my daily chat
While cars go thundering by us
The omnibus – for everyone
A common way of life
The motor car a death machine
Constant daily strife
I remember trams in Dusseldorf
I thought them very heaven
Smoothly safely into town
And so calmly driven
Now I read of elderly
Out still driving cars
Killed upon our motorways
Adds to national scars
American lady 69
Killed out near Dunkeld
A long way from Wisconsin
A9 danger spells
Local journey around the town
A visit to Maggie’s grave
Apart from that give me the bus
Or train or tram to save
Brian Fahy
22 September 2022
Erris Poetry 