In the realm where roads meet stripe and line,
There strides a zebra, wisdom’s sign,
With eyes so keen, he treads with grace,
At the crossing’s edge, a sage to embrace.
His stripes, a map of wisdom’s lore,
Guide all who seek a safer shore,
With patient steps and watchful gaze,
He leads the way through traffic’s maze.
The asphalt sea, a daunting test,
Yet he remains, forever blessed,
Teaching us to wait and see,
The value of tranquility.
In zebra’s realm, a lesson shared,
To pause and cross with caution dared,
For in this dance of black and white,
The wise zebra shows us light.
So next time you approach the way,
Of zebra crossing, do not stray,
With reverence, follow his lead,
For wisdom’s gift is what we need.
The Poems I Never Wrote 