The old man and the turtle

The old man and the turtle

The old man walks with a turtle on his back

maybe that's how the turtle likes it

sometimes the turtle moves

when it gets excited

I hear that turtle is the last of it's kind

while there are plenty old men left

now that I think about it

they are both old, creeping closer to death

the old man smiles

maybe the turtle does too

they walk the road

like it's the thing to do

and the young don't get it

it will take them years

they are too far down the road

no room for fears

too wrinkled for regret

too wise for tears

in a way smiles are all they have left

oh and they have each other

and the fact they still draw breath.