He said as he let out his hand
Between the middle of nowhere on a dark road
I wondered who would care
I asked him why he chose to indicate
When the roads had only us on its face
And who would know, or remark
Or even penalise, an unlit road
That has seen no law or one to lay it
He smiled through his tobacco stained teeth
As he shifted the gear stick
He spoke of why one must respect
It is for one's self, not just law of the land
So yes the left blinker was lost
Quite recently as I must declare
But when one's devices fail and fade out
It's one's character that shones aloud
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