Nothing Is What It Seems

I always love that moment
That sweet moment when I
Realize that the traffic light
Has changed its color for my

Tardiness in life
Seems to come ever so swift
It almost seems
That the green light’s a gift

But that does not mean
That the red light is good
Oh don’t even think
That it has a mood

Because after all
A traffic light is not alive
This is absolutely not
A metaphore for my wife