Shell
Who are you to say that you know me?
Ha, are you trying to funny or does it just come natural.
I do not know my self and you take one look
and exclaim that you know me.
I am not what I appear.
this shell that I wear
is just that a shell
a container that I will abandon
when it is time for me to move on
and go to a better life
I am not the shell and the shell is not me
When death finally comes to this shell rejoice with me
be merry
I will be
Do not mourn the shell
For my soul is still alive
The shell shall return to the earth
frome wence it came
and good riddance
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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