The sun has risen, the world is new, <br />The sky has a new shade of blue. <br />Under this vast open what do we see? <br />I am sure it's something that'll make you flee. <br />Cars over here, cars over there, <br />Every morning I see the never-ending queue of cars around me, <br />Trying to fly away, trying to be free. <br />I look into the cars and the people inside, <br />Some of them mad with this frustrating ride. <br />Some cars have old people with their serious looks, <br />Most of them reading newspaper or books. <br />And there are those other teenagers around, <br />Who are angry and impatient with the honking and sound. <br />I see some small children going to school in uniform, <br />Dozing off happily, dreaming of Jerry and Tom. <br />I too wait in this never-ending mess, <br />Which increases my already high stress. <br />The new world presents me with this every day, <br />I bear it because this traffic jam, for hours will stay.<br /><br />Wini Jose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traffic-jam-13/
