At a Snails Pace
To him life is just another tradition
Although'
You will never see him past you by
You will see him at the beginning
Of a good race
But, he is doomed to come in last
And that is not so very odd
Because you just can't seem
To tell them apart,
And some how he just seem'
To do it with grace
This particular person
Is never in your face
-
What not is so very odd
-is-
That you can see him slide
An pace right by
He always' leave a trace
As he proceed with his race
-
He is my favorite work horse
Even if he doesn't win another race
And yes he is a winner
And is always' too the chase
He never comes' in second place
GF
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
