Like a seashell in the sand
You brought me up into your hand
For a second there you stand
Staring at your newfound reward
Should I just be discarded?
Or should I be kept and guarded?
Forever neglected, or regarded?
My fate is in your hands
You put me safe in your pocket
Like a picture in a locket
My heart goes off like a rocket
Lifting off from Earth
You place me in a seashell pile
As regarded as a floor tile
With a bright, happy smile
You turn away and leave
I am just another token
A fact utterly unspoken
A seashell left unbroken
Only for you to break