Watch your speed, stay in the lane,
fingers off phones, eyes ahead, remain.
Apps can wait—don’t swipe and drive.
Home’s the place for scrolling alive.
A pint can turn into three or four,
then the tree waits, your fate unsure.
Seatbelt neglected, the crash comes fast,
death whispers through the broken glass.
White lines mark a fragile divide,
drive aware, keep all souls inside.
Danger hums in the engine's roar,
every choice opens another door.
Steering a life, not just a car,
calm hands cradle what hearts are.
Take it slow, tread the safe way,
so tomorrow can greet another day.
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I think to much technology is dangerous, and fiddling with it while driving...I am guilty.
This applies to all drivers on the road and on the road of life as well. Good advice and great metaphor.
Excellent write
Here in the Chicago area the state police graciously post reminders on the interstate for our benefit, last April waxing poetic. This is a veritable beauty which seems could be posted more widely, if only the general public were not so busily occupied with said phones. Prettily rendered with excellent imagery and a delicate poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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