Crossing The Road Poem by Ibrahim Bidu

I stand at the edge of the road
Thinking,
Where I stand is a bit warm
It’s close to home
Though am quite bored.
On the other side it seems green
There is sign of mist
And I become grim.
On the road I sense a car approaching
I think I hear it roar
I hesitate,
I do not want to add to the statistics
Thus on the edge of the road I stand
Wanting to cross
Lacking the courage to go
And the road stretches on
Oblivious to my problem.