Crossing The Street Poem by Randy McClave

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