Sand Dollars - 311

I’ve been humming a high note

Maybe something that I wrote

Out sailing in my boat

I’m not really sure

I’m still singing the same tune

I’ve been kicking around since June

All morning and afternoon

Now it’s all a blur

I’ve been listening to sea shells

To hear the stories that they tell

Of high times and tide swells

That have yet to occur

Backsliding down the drain

Partially taking all the blame

Chasing coins to fill the purse

Is it really better or for worse

Is it a blessing or a curse

To pass the buck

Is it a bounty or a bust

Is it precious metal or just rust

Well it seems it’s up to us

So wish us luck

I kept making a U-turn

Ended up with a sunburn

But the lesson that I learned

Was worth the skin that peeled

I climbed so many mountains

It’s not even worth counting

All the drinks in the fountain

Before it was revealed

Backsliding down the drain

Partially taking all the blame

From the copper to the kettle

The stamen to the petal

We watch the value of sand dollars crumble