Roundabout

I stopped for the longest time at a red light Then I looked to my left and then to my right, And there was no motorists nowhere in sight On this very long day and also on every night. At the light I stayed stopped and I waited As I got more and more agitated, As I looked at the the red eyed warden that man had created I then got more and more aggravated. Then the traffic light finally turned green Then finally I felt less controlled, but still feeling mean, I sped though the the light as my car did careen Up ahead another traffic light changing I had seen. I wish I was on a roundabout At that one eyed traffic light I did point and shout Continually going in and continually going out To which I am very devout. A roundabout is freewill going with the flow It's like the mind stretching out to grow You never travel to fast and never to slow Never a restraint telling you when to stop and when to go. Randy L. McClave