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Traffic Lights

During that time you're having a good day…
You're not in a hurry; lights all go your way.
When time is ample and the scene serene,
Just as you need them, they all turn green.
When the pressure's off with no goal ahead,
The friendly signals never turn to red.

But when time is short and pressure's on,
That friendly shamrock is quickly gone.
If boss or spouse will determine your fate,
At each blood red light dejected you wait.
It's like riding a sagging nag made of lead.
Your time erodes with each frustrating red.

Since life's lights are full of red and green,
Safe traffic depends on a well paced routine.
Then respect for all lights, as well as speed
Are necessary if life's journey is to succeed.

poem by Gregory Huyette
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