An evening Bus

Girls at the back and ladies in the front
and I am among the cherries,
who don't give a damn about me.

So many eyes for me to look,
to find the one that sparkles.
Some are green and some are blue and
some are red, with boiling heads.

Each stop takes one away,
leaving me one of the better choice.
For long I waited for the last stop
to see her eyes, as I always do.