Shell
Stationary repose in in the ever shifting sand
You look familiar yet different, I grasp you with my hand
The life you lived has ended, a remnant is all that lasts
Hollow haunting memory of a once vibrant past
Beautiful in your own right, your presence gives me pleasure
Collected prize possession, guarded as a precious treasure
Protected from the elements you’ll last for many years
When reminded of your past life, I am brought to tears
