We'Re Always In a Hurry

We’re always in a hurry To get there yesterday, With the absence of caution We blindly speed on our way. The only goal we harbor Is to get there fast, Ignoring respect and patience As we hurry on past. With the flip of a finger Or honk of the horn, Our disrespectful impatience Is driven to be born. Four letter words Carelessly fly from our mouth, As traffic builds up North, East, West and South. Many innocent victims Have been robbed of their lives, As our desire to hurry Continuously thrives. We are all guilty Including me, Of speeding through life As fast as can be. Isn’t it time For us to slow down, To impose caution and respect For other people around. We’re always in a hurry To get there yesterday, Even if life becomes The cost that we pay. I'm Still trying to perfect this poem. For some reason it seems like it's either missing something--or something is out of place. Your opinions would be greatly appreciated!