The Sad Oyster
The sad oyster dies,
barren of pearls, hopes or dreams,
submerged in cold sand.
Tides arrive, waving,
there is no shore anymore,
imprints wash away.
Ivory treasure,
absconds with fishes and brine
struggling to still shine.
Silent, it vanished -
lost, in indifferent seas,
setting sail, unseen.
Poor little oyster,
an empty shell, never held,
just coastline debris.