Stay in Your Lane

I tend to pay attention when you speak,
and that’s not something that I often do,
I comment egotistically. Technique
is seldom taught me, but I’ve had a few
occasions when I don’t overtly seek
correction, but you voice a phrase or two.
I thank you, son, with deep sincerity.
Your urgent admonitions succor me.

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