Roundabout Poem by Randy McClave

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