Poem #2,820 | There are three auld men

There are three auld men
on my drive in [bus-stop-
stood in all weathers – In
suitable attire of varying
MOs] – démodé sentries
set by circumstances – A
conversation had with all
three – met over my year
of commutes [on various
days] tells you why it’s so
& why they stand alone –
a life of choice has stood
each one forlorn – waitin’
on an arrival to motor on
via fare-capped omnibus
to their next town – I too
will wait – as will you – in
all weathers for our daily
lift on to that other town