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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