TRAFFIC JAM
Sometimes being stuck in traffic can give you time to stare,
At the mass of all this humanity not going anywhere,
Business men in cars catching up maybe on office work,
In suits and ties for not one moment wanting to shirk.
A family with four children driving parents a little insane,
All wondering and mithering if they’ll ever move again.
Well dressed women glaring at a wrist watch in pain,
This may mean that she will be very late once again.
And old man his head bent low, maybe gone to sleep,
Does not notice that up one car we all did lowly creep,
A honk of an impatient horn and he lifted up his head,
Then a bunch of teenagers all hungry wanting to be fed.
Windows closed with airconditioning working overtime,
Most windows though wide open for they feel it a crime
To let all t hose engine fumes pollute further the air,
Most engines turned off now for there’s much time to spare.
The fire engines scream as up the shoulder they drive,
Police and ambulance follow all hope the people did survive,
Anxious heads look out of many trucks and cars around
And there is now no traffic coming through eastward bound.
Many prayed as they waited that is all that we could do,
There seemed less concern about how long to get through,
Eventually we moved and stared going fast once again
But how many were killed or injured and suffered in pain.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 June 2006