Red Light
Who are you?
If I had the time,
I'd find out,
But the light turns green
And faces streak by
So fast.
And when the light is red,
I make sure the doors
Are locked and the Windows
Are raised.
Who are you?
Don't worry,I'll try
Not to stare,and sorry
Not a dime to spare.
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2017
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