I've been going through a box of memories and pulling out some things that make me smile. One piece of paper I just read, I decided to share.
This is from Literature class where I was learning different poetry forms by writing. I was 15.
A Question of Speed
Everyone marvels at a snail's sluggish pace.
It's quite easy to see why this is the case.
But really, the reason is not hard to trace.
Why run fast when you're not in a race?