The Red Light

I stand at the traffic lights -
Red, yellow, green
Waiting from day to night
Seldom seen, generally unseen.

In the scorching heat, my burning feet,
Pray for the lights to turn red
For that’s the time when I find
A chance to earn my bread.

Some make me plead, some make me beg
Some buy with a smile what I’ve got to sell.
But why make me run and fetch the money?
Is it a game? I really can’t tell.

All day long I watch the traffic lights –
Red, yellow, green
But ‘red’ is my colour I’m sure
For I know not what the other two mean.