The Tortoise
To be a big tortoise, old and wise
His house is his shell and his disguise
Deliberate and quiet, he values no prize
Taking only enough to thrive and survive
War, hate, and color not seen through his eyes
We think we're smart, the old tortoise is wise.
Feb 19 2017
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
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