SNAIL

                                                           There are times I

Feel like a snail.

If you look

For me and fail,

It’s likely because

My tiny nose

Only comes up to

The top of your toes.

Although we can’t

Walk together

We could talk together

Sharing a story

Or two about how

You once felt blue,

How you wept and wept

Over secrets poorly kept.

You should know this,

I have a hard shell,

I know not to gossip,

I simply won’t tell.

I come from a family of

Honorable snails

Who won’t ever share,

Other people’s tales.

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