The Gourd

Life like a gourd I'm a hollowed out shell of what I was grown as.
A thing for people to admire and yet never know what I could have been,
I could have been the envy of all and yet everything  that has happened has hollowed me
Everything that could have been is now gone.
But now I'm a shell, stuck on a shelf

A figurine of childish laughter
That some see as art
And some see as pointless wastes of time.
A shell of what could have been....