by Shel Silverstein 


The traffic light simple would not turn green

So the people stopped to wait

As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold

And the hour grew dark and late.


Zoom-varoom, trucks, trailers,

Bikes and limousines,

Clatterin' byme oh my!

Won't that light turn green?


But the days turned weeks, and the weeks turned months

And there on the corner they stood,

Twiddlin' their thumbs till the changin' comes

The way good people should.


And if you walk by that corner now,

You may think it's rather strange

To see them there as they hopefully gaze

With the very same smile on their very same face

As they patiently stand in the very same place

And wait for the light to change.


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