I sit in my car on a December day
In the
evening rush hour on a Friday
Rain pounds
on the roof of my car
As I sit in
a jam not getting very far
Just
sitting motionless in the traffic
Late home
again, that just terrific
Bright red
taillights fill my view
The light’s
of other cars in the queue
I see
Looking to my left and right
The twinkling
of a Christmas light
The queue
edges forward very slowly
Then I
reach the junction eventually
Twenty
minutes just to get this far
I see the
blue light of a police car
I don’t
believe it I could explode
The police
have only shut my road
I still don’t
know what’s to blame
As now I go
back the way I came
All the way
home I rant and rage
Growling
like a wild beast in a cage
Rush hour
and my spleen is vent
Shutting
the road is so inconvenient
The reason
for delay I still can’t see
But I do
make it home eventually
I shout at
the kids taking off my hat
I moan at
my wife and kick the cat
I look at
my dinner with total disdain
Dried up
the gravy now just a stain
On Monday I
relate my tale of woe
And my
problems with traffic flow
A colleague
of mine who lived locally
Knew the
details and informed me
And then
with shame I was filled
A woman was
run down and killed
A week
before Christmas she had died
A happy
Christmas for her was denied
A poor
young woman had lost her life
Somebody’s
lover somebody’s wife
She was
both a daughter and mother
Mourned by
two sister’s and a brother
Bells ring
out on Christmas morning
Bells ring
out for a family mourning
Christmas
bells ring out in glory
To
celebrate the Christmas story
I spent Christmas
with my family
With my
heart so full of sympathy
I felt so
ashamed at my selfishness
Angry
impatient and thoughtless
I confess I
behaved so irrationally
Just
because I was late home for tea
When next
I’m in a jam I’ll remember
Any time
from January to December
I shall
keep things in true perspective
And my
thanks to God I shall give
No matter
how slowly I have to drive
If I’m
sitting in a jam I’m still alive
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