A Lonely Car Upon The Road

In an intersection late at night,

A driver halts for a shining light.

The citizen glances left to right,

But there are no other cars in sight.


Unable to quite muster the might,

To disobey the bloody red light,

The citizen does what they are told,

Waiting patiently, becoming old.

For twenty minutes red light shines down,

Beneath it, a smile turns upside-down.

In the driver’s head, frustration sounds,

But still, rude red light covers the ground.


With a click, red light turns gentle green.

Letting out a silent scream,

With permission now, the driver leaves.


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