Crossing The Street

As a pedestrian sadly I have no right Especially when there is no traffic light, Whenever I cross the street, I always take a chance With life or death, to continue or end my romance. I always look both ways as I always do Then here comes a speeding car out of the blue, But, there is no red light telling them to, "STOP"! Soon with the car, I probably will be lying on top. If I am only injured and I do not die I will be lucky, as there is an hospital that is nearby, This type of situation I truly regret I feel like it's a form of Russian roulette. I am now scared to death to cross the road Especially at night, or after it has rained or snowed, If I get killed they will call me a hearse And if someone else is hit, they will get me, a nurse. The city seems like that they don't care at all By an unyielding car I am not the first to get hit or to fall, Next time I know that before I cross the street It might be God, and not my family that I will be going to meet. Randy L. McClave