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LOST TIME
How come we are slowing down?
Now we have stopped altogether.
Everyone gets out wearing a frown,
At least it is warm and nice weather.
Here come the police, a truck in the ditch,
We’ll be stopped for quite a big while
Until they get it out with a big hitch.
Now we all hang around and chat a smile.
Time for leg stretch, a smoke or two,
Minutes are hours as you have to wait,
Talked to folks that you never knew,
All hope no one met a horrible fate.
At last the traffic starts up again,
Start travelling homeward once more,
It will be hard that lost time to gain,
But what is a few minutes at your door.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson September 14, 2002