Is it me

Is it my age
is my patience running out
Every time I drive my car
I feel I have to shout
Is the bus lane for the L and Ns
or people in a hurry
Or school runs double parking
never saying sorry
Roundabouts and yield signs
cyclists Amber lights
Bite my lip silently
or else I get into fights
People step off sidewalks
in most alarming ways
Mobile phones and hands free
It’s easy to explain
Respect’s a word that’s lost its place
They stand and smile
blow smoke in face
And wonder why I stare in anger
They’re lucky I don’t drive a tanker

Jpoet7. ( jpoet800171.wordpress.com )

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