Poem - Stranger in a Shell

There once was a man
Who lived without a plan;
He went out to the sea,
To see what would be.

Everyday he would sell
A single empty shell
To a passing stranger
For nothing in return.

And so he did for long
Not because it's right, or because it's wrong;
And nobody ever asked
With what the man was tasked.

"Please remember me, remember
By the time when it's December,
For then I die, and will not be
Until next year, here by the sea."

(Summer is a man,
Summer is a shell,
And every year Summer
Goes back to hell.)