En Route

I do not have a magazine
To read while on the bus.
I didn’t feel like lugging one –
It seemed like too much fuss.

My book was just too cumbersome
To schlep around as well;
I figured I could occupy my mind
For just a spell.

I spent the day with friends
And now I’m tired, heading back.
At first I feel annoyed
That written words are what I lack.

But as long as I have paper
And a pencil with some lead,
I can jot down all the thoughts
That I have floating in my head.

And so I write these words
While on the bus en route to home.
My lack of what to read
Encouraged me to write this poem.