Fading Time pulled like the tide
Dismal and wasted you spiraled
to the end,
Spend the days jaded
From the nights you felt
Alive.
You pluck the hope
and rest your head
You're empty without
Hesitation
When you were Once so
Full.

Was looking for some change
To do the laundry on 8th Street
When I came across Charlotte’s shells

She had always wanted to
Come to the ocean with me
But as she never could come
I did what I thought
Was the next best thing

I picked up a shell
One for every trip
One for every beach
That Charlotte could not
Share with me

There are nine Charlotte shells
For the next time that we meet
If we never do
I’ll always have
Charlotte’s shells