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I once received two tickets (My license was required) Because the card I gave the cop Had long ago expired. Though stopped for turning from a lane I shouldn’t have been in, The license I produced Was guarantee I wouldn’t win. “But wait!” I pleaded with the cop As she wrote up the ticket, “I have my current license, too;” She told me where to stick it. So you may wonder why I had A previous I.D., When underneath it, there it was – The current, older me. The simple truth is ten years’ time Transformed my youthful face. When opening my wallet, All those years I could erase. The judge dismissed the ticket (Though I still paid for the turn). I took away my younger self; A lesson I did learn: You simply can’t recapture How, one time, you used to look. A mirror should have taught me that; A cop is what it took.