On Bus Eighteen Going Toward Town
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Shalom Freedman
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The young are loud and laughing
The old are disturbed and unnerved
I am old and long to be young again
I envy their lightness and life
I sit quietly through the rudeness
I wish they would get off already
How idiotic and wonderful they are
How painful to know
I will never be one of them again
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