Going Nowhere Slowly
I am going nowhere slowly
in my slowly rolling cart.
I expect that fairly soon it should
be ready to depart.
But my cart rolls so, so slowly
it has yet to even start.
So, I sit here sort of sadly
with a leaden, heavy heart.
Perhaps a cart that rolls so slow
was really not so smart,
but, until my cart has started,
I will have to play my part.
I will wait with calm and patience.
I’ll raise waiting to an art.
But, if nothing happens rapidly,
I’ll tear this cart apart.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 4
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