Never give up

Dried out
Washed up
Hung out to dry
Old legs slowly crawling along
While sails hang silent in the doldrums
No competition to speak of
Nothing to prove or point to make
Not because of speed or hard exterior shell
This old tortoise just won’t stop
He sees the finish line
With all his might he heaves and shoves
To finish his race in time.   
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