[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Traffic

Little child, little child, sitting on the swing
Watching the traffic zoom by
Sometimes it stops, sometimes it starts
But the road never gets time to smile

Red car, blue car, little bus hither
They all look bigger to the child
Each colour more vibrant, each arch bigger
But the road just sits and sighs

Speedsters, an ambulance, police on the move
Until they stop as the road begins to fill
Green light is endless red and yellow a given
And there is much time to kill

The road is full, the little child sees
Clogged to the brim with traffic and stress
Yet does the road crack and break
Does it endure, or become a mess?

The road stays till the sunset
The traffic slowly drives away
Red light fades into a drowsy green
And the boy come in from his play

One day, the boy says
I will be like that highway road
It may be slow, but it works well
And more than anything, it knows

It knows that no matter the carload
How many vehicle clog the road then
If the road simply takes one at a time
It will see the beautiful sunset again

A glorious orange light where it can relax
The boy watches, from his swing
One at a time, one at a time
Are the thoughts of this future king