Sometimes, I write poems.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
We hear that death and taxes are the constant.
The two things that are sure.
But I say traffic lights.
Red, orange and green are on duty.
Stop, wait, or go on through.
At any intersection, these are the options.
To disobey them is a freedom, yes.
But like life's own signals, to do so regularly,
is to learn they knew best.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2011 --
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