Guaging the amber,
You run on the red.
At first,
You may hit the road only;
Then second,
You may go through
With minor scratches only;
But sit up and remember,
You are the loser:
When you hit nothing,
You surely hit your conscience –
And one day too,
You may hit your eyes out.
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