Turtle, do you know that you cause
someone like me to cringe and pause
in my journey to work or play
on a formerly happy day?
In my mirror I cannot spot
if you made it or did you not.
Do you really care if you should meet
your end of days while in the street?
Of course he does, I scold myself,
chastened by my timid stealth.
Turn around and go back, I tout,
and help the little feller out.
But no, I go and never know.
Why should I worry myself so?
Down deep I see that he is me,
both risking death if we are free.