Broken Shells
When I was a girl
The start of my shell seeking days,
Not a glance did I give to any not perfect
Bright, Shiny, Complete.
As a young woman
Ventured further did I in my search
For more exotic in my collection to keep
Still no notice of any unless all complete.
Now something new
As I wander my way down the beach,
Thought “a beauty it once must have been”
Choose it - yes, though less than complete.
While walking and wondering
At the change in my tastes,
Choosing only the whole seems just a shame
Wiser in years now, no need for complete.
Though no longer young
But neither yet old,
My collection has grown through the years
The broken shells are what make it complete!
When I was a girl
The start of my shell seeking days,
Not a glance did I give to any not perfect
Bright, Shiny, Complete.
As a young woman
Ventured further did I in my search
For more exotic in my collection to keep
Still no notice of any unless all complete.
Now something new
As I wander my way down the beach,
Thought “a beauty it once must have been”
Choose it - yes, though less than complete.
While walking and wondering
At the change in my tastes,
Choosing only the whole seems just a shame
Wiser in years now, no need for complete.
Though no longer young
But neither yet old,
My collection has grown through the years
The broken shells are what make it complete!
~Kelly S Andrews~
1 comments:
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