The Journey To Work Poem by Phil Soar

The journey to work can determine my day
It can change a bright morning to a deep misty grey
And the fast metal boxes that speed on their way
Determine my mood, like some dancing display

There are those at the wheel who forget where they are
As they travel so fast in their uninsured car
Unaware of the others who just need to see
The easiest way from point A to Point B

There are people so keen to get where they must be
To begin their new day, hoping effortlessly
That the journey back home will be calm and relaxed
After working eight hours and had minds that were taxed

The journey back home can determine the night
Just hoping that you can be safe and alright
Whilst others can’t know if they’ll make it or not
And the way that they drive, means they’re losing the plot

Next morning just ask yourself if you can be
The person who pootles along and can see
That the journey to work can determine your day
And maybe your route can get in the way.