Waiting too long at traffic lights– It’s no delight. People too slow, They need to go. The light turns green, thank God, at last! Step on the gas. I’m out of sight, It’s time to write. Sixty seconds left on the clock; Life’s run amok. I don’t have time, To end this rhyme. Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich
This little “Minute Poem” was written in response to W3 Prompt #24: Wea’ve Written Weekly at the Skeptic’s Kaddish, so please visit his page to participate and/or read other responses.
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