She passed a road sign
Set above, black and white
Covered in rust, and faded
From the fog and sunlight
Each morning for years
Overlooking the message
Notwithstanding its intent
Uncertain by her mileage
Red lights of frustration
Detours which didn't last
Road trips to nowhere
And a curve taken too fast
One day filled with distress
A road crew replaced the sign
Curiosity slowed her pace
Slowed it to the limit line
Still black and white
And perfect to discern
To clearly be reminded
It's okay to make a U-turn
