Ticket

In the car in which you’re riding,
Driver’s mostly law-abiding.
Cell phone? No way! Seat belt? Click it!
Speeding? Uh-oh – here’s the ticket!

Road is empty, clear, no worry;
You’re not really in a hurry,
But you zip along, unthinking,
‘Til you see those police lights blinking.

Stop the car, pull off the highway;
Cop approaches – in his wry way
Asks if you know what he’s needing,
And you offer, “Was I speeding?”

“Clocked you going way too fast!”
Perfect record’s in the past.
“License, please, and registration…”
So you wait for the citation.

Here it is – now toe the line.
Mail it in to pay your fine.
Check the box; admit your guilt.
Be a man – no time to wilt.

“Have a nice day, and take care!”
Passing drivers slow and stare.
Join the traffic, feeling lowly,
Promising that you’ll drive slowly.

Life is like that: you proceed;
Luck is never guaranteed.
So you just do what you ought –
Hopefully, you won’t get caught.