Bumper to bumper, door to door,
it’s rush-hour traffic that I simply deplore.
A race against time, the minutes tick by;
we inch along slowly, yet rarely know why.
I read all the stickers and state license plates;
I must entertain myself, as I sit here and wait.
Finally, I’m free to pick up my speed.
I don’t watch the signs of which I should heed.
But watching my speed is a state highway cop;
to give me a ticket he now makes me stop.
It just wasn’t worth it; now I’m later than ever.I think I’ll be stuck in this traffic forever!
Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris
"The key to everything is patience.
You get the chicken by hatching
the egg, not by smashing it."
~Arnold H. Glasow