My lady on the bus

She came in like an angel who lost her wings,

I looked at her feet, those bore wedding rings,

She looked tired, beautifully though,

Stood for a while and then moved on real slow,

Asked me to pass the ticket, with faintest of smiles,

because the conductor was away by miles,

I could not stop staring at her,

People passing by were merely a blur,

This lady was strange, full of mystery,

I tried a theory to build up her story,

Bad marriage, that explained all,

May be she was tall and her husband small,

She got down,

As the bus stopped with an irking sound,

Her husband held her down, as she jumped like a buck,

I stood there wondering, what the fuck..