Life's pace


The tortoise

Short is my stay here
and shorter my gait-nothing
to hurry for
as I crawl at my own pace

so joyful
is the mere sense of living
smelling at leisure
the scented meadow

where the butterflies flutter-
playful we both
until it gets dark
for these few brief days.




Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2019-11-24 at 09:38

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2019-12-02


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is an intriguing poem, as some tortoises live many,many years. Even so, does a tortoise feel that its life is very brief?
2019-11-26


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, a gentle, apt poem.
2019-11-24