It's Just A Shell Poem by Esther Moe

Getting old is never any fun
Looked in the mirror, wanted to run

I used to have only a few spots
Now I might as well connect the dots

Must be careful or I'll get a bruise
Back then could run with nothing to lose

Don't be confused or get me all wrong
I'm thankful to have lasted this long

My shell has been very good to me
Takes me wherever I need to be

But I remember it's just a shell
From the beginning when Adam fell

I'm excited for I've been informed
In heaven my body is transformed