The light had turned yellow, then red and green,
As I sat there reflecting on life.
The rat race that we all call happiness,
A world of impatience and strife.

We miss so much beauty and pleasure,
That God has placed under our noses.
We fail as we walk through life’s garden,
To take time to smell all the roses.

Once more the light has turned green
But the meaning of life still eludes me.
Is the intricate thread of existence,
Made so fine that it even includes me?

Then invading my ears comes the answer,
To the problem on which I’ve been dwelling;
The meaning of life is so simple.
It’s made up of honking and yelling.