Red, gold and green

Red, gold and green short poem

Big red light won’t you turn green for me please?
You burn high up, oh don’t you pity these knees?

I have a girl waiting across your tall stance
Just a little further beyond your angry glance.

Dear old policeman, I can almost tell your fortune, the time you have been showing me your palm
My engine’s going cold and it’s beginning to sound like a psalm.

Why don’t you and your tall friends have a little talk, for I’ll come back tomorrow and wait all day long
But tonight let me see those colours change before everything goes wrong.

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I plan weekends at work and worry about schedules when on a vacation. I sniff petrol while refueling my bike, now why would I not enjoy the ride! Work! I feel like a gymnast in golf clothes. My Monday Blues! They are almost black as my lungs. Oh women! You know one but can you tell them all. I wait on company with a pocket full of friends. I chase life while it chases me.
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An imaginative and humorous piece of writing @vijay-karthik which apparently seems to be about the changing traffic lights but could also signify a much deeper meaning about the way life shapes our destiny..Nice!

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