<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400273" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where the journey of life really goes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My blue honda motorbike <br>with a full tank of fuel<br>is broken<br>and is being repaired<br>and while I count my money<br>I see that I have enough, <br>but for the last journey<br>of the week<br>and I wonder how<br>I am going to be able<br>to take that ride? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the bus stop a car guard<br>is watching cars<br>and a black woman<br>that needs five rand for a ticket<br>and is dressed elegantly<br>in a red work suit, <br>gets the money from him<br>and he doesn’t even know her<br>or wants anything in return<br>and its weird seeing a near beggar<br>giving to the prosperous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a Bus without any sign of destination<br>stops in front of me<br>and I wonder where<br>this bus is going? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot stay standing <br>at the bus stop<br>and I know that I must travel<br>on this bus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I get aboard<br>the bus looks right<br>and there are other people, <br>that I know<br>that also rides on it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tell my destination <br>to the driver and pay<br>and he gives<br>a ticket to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I ask to where<br>the bus is really going, <br>he wants to know <br>to where life’s journey really goes<br>and my money<br>is placed back in my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400273" data-title="Where the journey of life really goes de Gert Strydom" data-description="My blue honda motorbike with a full tank of fuel is broken and is being repaired and while I count my money I see that I have enough, but for the last journey of the week and I wonder how I am going to be able to take that ride? At the bus sto..."></div> </div> </div>

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