Pizza And Poetry

Snail Speed

Mother, mother, what shall I do?
My frustration beats in my chest,
Not for a single moment my mind is at rest.
So take it into consideration, I trust you.
My friends, my peers they tease me too.
As I crawl through the grass I do my best,
But every day my patience is put to the test.
I hate being so horribly slow, it's true.

Son, son, calm your frenzy.
It's alright to be slow,
You have other skills aplenty.
You're feeling bad, I know,
But maybe you can again see
This can be a chance to grow.

(Just a little reminder to you and me that it doesn't matter if we're not great at everything!)