Stuck...

I'm stuck in the traffic,
but there's nothing to panic.

And you're wondering why,
stuck in the jam, I gaze at the sky.

You're full of worry and anger,
And you see me smiling at a stranger.

Though we be plenty cars apart,
something about my smile strikes your heart.

Clearing your head, you think of your boss,
pretty sure that today is a huge loss.

Unwittingly, you look at me with straining eyes,
You gasp and feel your heart melt as ice.

You hide behind the wheel and secretly smile,
while I, your boss, am now stuck in a snow pile.

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