the turtle

The Turtle

One step at a time.
In no hurry.
Just going at her own pace.
Has time to analyze.
Time to pick the place.
Travel the route she wants to go.
Decisions get placed in a line.
One gets done then onto to number two.
Not like the crazy hare.
He just runs around with to much to do.
Truth be told it is the same workload for the two.
One takes the time.
The other just wants to make a dime.
Slowly the turtle moves.
If danger comes then everything gets tucked right in.
Distance is kept from the World.
I am in my shell.
You, well, you are out there.
The turtle peaks her head out slowly.
Seeking to find safety.
Safety in time that the SCARY World just backs away.
Takes no notice as she comes back out of her shell.
A protective coating that goes where she goes.
The hare he just doesn’t care.
Come here, go there… danger where?
Go go go go go go.
Stop and smell the roses?
What roses TURTLE?
I am on top of the World.
Hey Hare, LOOKS WHAT YOU STANDING ON THERE.
The tumbles as the trash mound crumbles.
Tumble down little hare.
See no plan and no care.
Where does that get you?
The turtle takes its take and gets that.
Who won that race with the hare?
The turtle so don’t despair.
Time is yours.
Take it and make it.
Go your own pace.
Seek the proper path.
Live your dream.
Don’t chase someone else’s.
Stop and smell the roses.
Turtle on and don’t be a wayward hare.