ode to The MTA and DOT Letter

Now that I am 88

It’s MTA and DOT I love to hate

Moving bus stops is their pleasure

Including most I have learned to treasure

Not so when I was only 70

The 5 and 7 were right near me.

Ah, Fifth avenue and Broadway were my “hoods”

And from there everywhere was good.

But then the Mayor changed the streets

And my buses went into high retreat

At first two blocks for my ascent

But then I noted that stops literally went

No more 5 at its usual corner

For this deprivation I became a mourner

No signs, no alerts, just blown away

What a rotten way to start my day.

No benches at my places

Despite longer and longer spaces

Letters and letters to all and more

Must not even get in the door

“Elder friendly” New York states.

No more folks, we’ll have to wait!

My kind of town New York is----oops--”was”

Claire Fagin