Staying In Lane

I had just learned to read. With my dad at the wheel, I was scanning the signs, Which had novel appeal. When I proudly called out, “Daddy – there’s a mistake!” I was hoping a clever Impression I’d make. “See that sign? It says plainly To stay in your lane. They must mean stay in line,” I explained with disdain. My dad chuckled and then He made clear what it meant, So my showing-off bluster I had to lament. Still, that memory’s stuck In some part of my brain And it surfaces sometimes When I leave my lane.