The Stoplight
By larry r Linville

When I approach an intersection
it never seems to be much fun
not knowing when it turns to yellow
and making me through the red to run.

Should I rush to beat the yellow
or slow down to play it cool
and risk that the guy behind me
will think I’m some kind of fool?

If I slam on my brakes to stop
that might not be so kind
and result in a bent bumper
from the guy too close behind.

If I drive safely as I should
as carefully as I can
some young whippersnapper
may yell, “Park it, old man!”

And if I push the limits
going through as it turns red
some nice lady may stare at me
while she wishes I was dead.

Matthew 25 revisited
By larry r Linville

I said I was hungry
and you just complained
about those on food stamps
though two jobs I maintained.

I said I was naked
and you left me standing there
laughing at the old rags
which I was forced to wear.

I was sick with an illness
but you shrugged and ignored
even though insurance
I could never afford.

When I was a stranger
you looked the other way
because I looked different
you had no kind words to say.

You saw me in prison
and talked of my crime
while you said I could rot there
until the end of time.

Meanwhile you quoted
the scriptures which you chose
and said you love Jesus
more than any of those.