Taxi Driver by Jyro Valera
Let me tell you the story of a taxi driver
He had someone in his car, another busy rider
The driver thought it would just be another drive
Her bag looked full, so he kept an eye on her
They talked and talked, they drove around town
Left and right on roads, on hills, up and down
As the driver arrived, she got off and met with her friends to eat
Then the driver realized that the bag was still in the back seat
Now in this bag were more dollars than he’d ever seen
The bag was as green as a jungle, “There’s a lot”, he mumbled
Picked up some cash like a football, nearly fumbled
Greed influenced him for a second
But the inner good inside had him humbled
He got back in the car and
Drove back to his previous passenger as fast as lightning
It was good timing
Because when he got there, she was looking for it
Returning it was hard. It would have fulfilled his every wish
But the real truth is, the bag isn’t his
Gave her the bag with no desire for a reward
No want for compensation
But what’s even more important
It was a demonstration of integrity