Be a Seasheel Or a Clam
Be a Seashell or a Clam
I sit here at this ocean's edge watching boats sail on by
Sun begins its fade another October sky
Water tranquil, oh so calm, the nightcaps settle in
This sky reflects a gilded red awaiting another day to end
I feel safe and find comfort in the ocean's shimmering surface
It's where I find my peace, my hearts little furnace
I'm always drawn to this masterpiece and will be all my life
It makes my problems disappear along with all its strife
Pick up a seashell and compare it to me
My life on this earth as its to this sea
A morsel, a thimble, a tiny grain of sand
How important is it or me for who I am
The shell is left open and now lies empty
Cracks of life line its surface and nowhere can it hide
This shell was once robust, as robust as could be
Now it just lies empty on the shore for all to see
This empty shell a keeper unique in many ways
Or do I simply drop it and leave it where it lays
Maybe this shell feels better empty, no longer has a chore
To protect its inner feelings has always been its lure
Washed ashore from scattered waters rave
Leaving traces of time that's simply slipped away
The life of a seashell, somewhat like my own
Expose my inner feelings, live life and not postpone
Life is like the ocean or a seashell so it seems
Allow each wave and current will only spoil your dreams
Enjoy each tide low and high it makes me who I am
Me I'm not a seashell but proud to be a clam
Bob Lima
Copyright © Bob Lima | Year Posted 2017
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