Stranger

Does the blue line

Run on time?

Could catch the red line

Morning time

The pies and cakes she has to make

For people passing by to take

To bakery, to work on time

Her old legs stagger in the line

She pays her fee and boards the bus

The wind has made her hair a muss

Crowded is the bus that day

She needs the money that they pay 

She worries if her cakes are sweet

A stranger wipes the only seat

The stranger gives a loving smile

She rides with her for one more mile

The lady's feet already hurt

The stranger learns about her work

The stranger has a pair of socks

Designed just for absorbing shocks

The stranger leaves the bus on Queens

Sometimes it just the little things