Red man at the crossing, Just waiting for the traffic to clear, Any second it will go, And I’ll be out of here,
Waiting for his green colleague, To tell me when it’s right to go, To cross over the road, To carry on and move ahead, To what lies in the future,
I’m ready and now it’s time to cross over, The time opportunity is limited, So on I go
©R. Spencer 2019
I had the idea for this one while I was crossing the road near a town park, just beyond the a roundabout on the way to work one day. I had actually sat in the park that morning and wrote it before I started work in a nearby shop. I still had and have many goals I’ve set myself to reach, so the all those cumulative thoughts resulted in this poem. I think the lighter feel of this compared to the last one I shared is a good and welcome contrast. I had only been writing for a tad over a year when I wrote this, and was still playing around with various concepts, styles and themes in my writing, but as a writer those are exciting times.
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