Oct 2013
A wise man once asked
If a turtle lost its shell,
Does it still have a home?
Pretty thought provoking
Even to the thoughtless ones
Without brains in their dome.
Imagine you’re living
in a terrifying world
Where the skies are blue-less.
Where there is no sunshine,
But there is a shining son
Roaming around and shoeless.
He used to have a home—
It perished in a dark storm
That never existed.
For he had dreamed a dream
He was living lavishly;
Gratefulness resisted.
He woke up with nothing
And everything was going wrong
Asking himself “why me?”
Whining about the loss
of his lavish home, when he
should be saying “try me!”
This man’s obviously
inconsiderate of those
who have it even worse.
Because there’s a turtle
out there— no shell for shelter
Still living lavishly.
If a turtle lost its shell,
Does it still have a home?
Pretty thought provoking
Even to the thoughtless ones
Without brains in their dome.
Imagine you’re living
in a terrifying world
Where the skies are blue-less.
Where there is no sunshine,
But there is a shining son
Roaming around and shoeless.
He used to have a home—
It perished in a dark storm
That never existed.
For he had dreamed a dream
He was living lavishly;
Gratefulness resisted.
He woke up with nothing
And everything was going wrong
Asking himself “why me?”
Whining about the loss
of his lavish home, when he
should be saying “try me!”
This man’s obviously
inconsiderate of those
who have it even worse.
Because there’s a turtle
out there— no shell for shelter
Still living lavishly.
Told by my creative writing teacher, as an assignment to go home and write a poem, of any sort, and this is what I came up with.
I was also talking with one of my buddies that day, and he told me about his first experience at a Chinese restaurant. His first ever fortune cookie read "If a turtle lost it's shell, does it still have a home?" and he said he will never forget that. It made me think a lot, so I decided to write a poem about my thoughts on it.
I was also talking with one of my buddies that day, and he told me about his first experience at a Chinese restaurant. His first ever fortune cookie read "If a turtle lost it's shell, does it still have a home?" and he said he will never forget that. It made me think a lot, so I decided to write a poem about my thoughts on it.
