The red light shone brightly stopping me
frustration more road works.
Blocked yet another stretch of road
the last stop only a mile back.
Engine overheating as I sat yet again
wishing now I'd taken the train.

The light never seemed to change to green
saw two workers standing still.
Traffic building up for miles behind
now late for my destination.
Feeling claustrophobic within a confined space
if only we'd move at any pace.

Where does the funds go for these repairs
not on the roads that's for sure.
Big holes left often with nobody near them
counting these now instead of sheep.
At last the traffic is moving along once more
foot down on the accelerator.

Oh no another sign road works ahead!

The Foureyed Poet.