A girl with a guitar
Her curving fingers strum the old guitar
Softly almost shyly she hums a love song
She gazes at the empty space
With watering eyes she finishes her song
The little boy next to her,
Takes a can from his shabby bag
He stretches it to the passengers
Some give him the coins some not
Both now get off from the bus
The girl pats the little boy hair
'Today, brother; ' said she
'It's our last holiday....'
It's Monday morning
Brother and sister get into the bus
They still have worry face
Will tomorrow we still go to school?
Although life gives many choices
But they don't offer anything
The girl with the guitar in the bus
Strums the choice she's never chosen
poem by Nenden Suherni
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