When a snail crosses your path
Do you stop to say Good day?
Or walk past oblivious to its existence,
Or do you just squash it anyway?
Well, a snail crossed my path one night
It inched forward ever so slow
I stopped to peer down over my nose
To ask him, "Snail, where do you go?"
He didn't answer
Not a sound did he make,
But as he moved silently along
A lesson home, I did take
In this hustle and bustle oh-so-noisy world
We scarce take time to breathe
To remember what living is all about
To enjoy the flowers and trees
The night I met the snail has long past
But the memory of him lingers on,
Life, my friends, is not yours forever
And one day, it'll all be gone.
