I put my thumb up to hail a cab,
but they never stop, and it drives me mad!
I've lived in this City for a very long time.
Yellow is always crossing my mind.
Is it too much to ask for a little sympathy,
and for a darn cab to actually stop for me?
I would shout and wave and rant and rave,
but still I'd wait here from seven to eight!
Then one day on first wave a driver noticed,
and after all these years I was quickly acknowledged!
I sighed and bent to grab my suitcase fast,
looked up and the cab was nearing, at last!
But back to reality, I must have been daft.
It wasn't me he saw and drove straight past.
Poem About Trouble Hailing A Taxi
Taxi Taxi
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2014 with permission of the Author.
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