Yes, I'm a turtle, certain, slow,
and often, anywhere I go,
creatures tease me for my speed:

"Turtle, why fly by so fast?"
"Turtle, where's the fire, bud?"
"Turtle, please do take your time!"

I'm moving at my chosen pace.
I'm not running any race.
I reach my places all the same.

For a turtle, delay's no shame.

Shameless © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 5, 2019