A bus on a Friday afternoon
Filled with tired workers eager to get home,
People quiet with their own thoughts
Either ignoring or enduring one another.
Three boys get on with high spirits,
The silence unbroken by those who inwardly groan
Only wanting some peace before they get home
With their endless chores a-waiting.
The three get the only empty seat,
Sensing the mood attempting quiet
But to no avail,
Such are boys when 12 years old.
One boy leans over and tells a joke
A snicker follows then a snort,
And evolves into a sharp laugh
Getting ssshhhhhh’s from the others.
Quiet comes for a second or less
When such a guraff came forth,
Like Goofy from Walt Disney
Suddenly inhabited the boy.
The other two joined in the laughter,
The adults tired, tried to fight it,
But one by one feel victim to the virus,
That slowly, and then, more quickly spread
The whole bus burst forth into laughter
Such a sound, loud, alive, and joyful,
Just laughing because of the laughter
Of a 12 year old boy.
The driver had to pull over blinded by tears,
Bending over laughing and gasping for air,
Trying to stop he had a route to finish
But he gave in to the hilarity without much fight.
It stopped once and the bus quieted,
Then someone snicker and it began again,
Louder perhaps than before
Each person a joyful member of the choir.
Three time in all the chorus stopped and then continued,
Just simple laughter
That took all by surprise
By the simple laughter of a 12 year old boy.