Uncountable mornings
Came by so quick
leaving a wrinkled man
behind it
Tragic ,
The wrinkled man is me .

Coming out of trance
smiling at those past thoughts
I stood up
starting my Turtle journey
I walked down the towerd streets
wobbled on my way
Saw a group of folks pass by
swaying their skateboards
Impressive! I must say .
But only did the young feet knew
It was something
I had mastered too .

Halting on my track
noticing my shoe lace
but bending would bring much ache
Just then
one fine man
Approaches me...