A tram man

A tram man
That’s what I am

I hold my bus pass in my hand
Like a key to the promised land

Waiting at my special spot
For how long I care not

Eye transfixed for the approaching tram
I try to stay cool, collected and calm

Then like an apparition of Aphrodite
A tram appears looking mighty

As it approaches my chosen location
My heart beats faster in anticipation

Then it stops in front of me
I feel like jumping in ecstasy

The door opens and I go inside
My chest swollen with extra pride

I take my seat at the front of the tram
The happiest tram man that’s what I am

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