The Snail

by Coran Kerr

I slither very fine,
Across the dirt and grass;
Across the rocks and sticks,
Until I come to something vast.

Then I go around it,
Or try with all my might,
To scale that thing I’ve come to,
And oh, what a beautiful sight!

But if I go around it,
To try to buy some time.
The sight that I behold
Isn’t nearly quite divine!

So when I come to problems,
That block my path in life,
I choose to climb them to the top,
And trade in wrong for right.

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