Dear snail, shed your norm
Of hiding from your morn
When a little noise warns your dawn
Don’t you get worn out and torn
Hiding in your breakable shed in the lawn
Where many a mischief are born?
II
Please crawl out to see the sun
And stop putting on your best days a ban
Which prevents your happy tan
And trashes your could’ve been can
Why do you from your good life run?
III
There are many memories out there
Waiting to treat fair with a cheer
If you climb atop your many a fear
To become the strength of many a dear
So why hide like a deer so queer?
IV
You know a stone can crack and crash
Your shell while rolling in an awkward rush
You know a leg can crash you in a flash
And the world will still be in an uncaring hush
If you stay in that lawn
…be prepared to be torn
For a beauty tag hangs on it
And labourous hands work to see it fit
V
So snail in a lawn
Crawl and explore
It is better to live and be torn
Than to hide only to be crashed as a bore
Life favours the daring
…than they who hide in a fearing
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 30, 2020
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