Shakespearean Sonnet #4

Traffic in the city

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This is the fourth in a series of my original Shakespearean Sonnets. Each of the 14 lines is ten syllables long, rhyming every other line and finishing with a two-line couplet that will bring together the theme of the sonnet and will also rhyme.

Amidst the crowded streets we cease to win
Where cars in traffic crawl like snails in shells
Their engines roar with never-ending spin
While drivers curse and honk as mad as hell

With wheels in motion they inch and creep along
Like string puppets dancing in step with time
Day turns into night their tires sing along
As brake lights glow like stars it’s heaven’s crime

Yet in the midst of chaos and dismay
These machines of metal still serve us well
Transporting us from here to far away
With power and speed that we cannot quell

Let us not curse the traffic we must face
Without it we would all live in one place.

(A Shakespearean Sonnet from the Wolrad collection #173)