Where They’re Headed
Where do all the people go,
The ones who share the road?
For certainly not everyone
Is in vacation mode.
Are they visiting a relative
Or dropping in on friends?
Maybe off to work or out to shop?
The traffic never ends.
I wish that I could stop each car
And take a little poll,
But certainly such action
Would exact a heavy toll.
For the last thing that is needed
Is to interrupt the flow,
So as far as where they’re headed,
Well, I guess I’ll never know.
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