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My Life as A Turtle (Ted A Richard-Church Point, LA)


"My Life as a Turtle"

They say “slow and steady wins the race”,
But it’s awfully hard to lessen my pace
While the rest of the world throws mud in my face
With the ruts that they’ve made in this human rat race.

We speed through life and never see
The green grass nor the colored leaves.

Why must I always be so slow
It seems that I can never go
To the places that I long to show
My memory so it can grow

Why do we always run so fast
Leaving almost no time to relish the past?

All we can see is straight ahead
With no time left to keep our brains fed.
We run and run and wear down the tread
A foot race until the time we’re dead.

But it seems that I don’t mind being slow
Because in my mind I truly know,
That in my  life I have only one foe:
The hurried turtle has got to go!

I’ll slow down my pace and take it all in
Because surely I will be here again.

In another time or another place
I’ll rejoice in the fact that I slowed down my pace.
Enjoying this visions in front of my face
And learning from the mistake of the “human rat race”.

And relish the views from the back of the pack
It’s the best way to keep me right on track.



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