01/05/2024
Alone I stand, ashore all day, Yearning for the wind's sweet sway. The embrace of my fellow sea, A distant memory haunting me.
A stiff breeze once filled my sails high, Masters' footsteps echoed, nigh. From port to starboard, they would roam, Hauling treasures, calling home.
Fruits of the sea, a feast so grand, Cheering with delight, on golden sand. Yet now I rest, my boards worn and cracked, Mast creaking, midships packed.
Retirement's embrace, a quiet reprieve, Moments shared, memories weave. Long have I stood, people passing by, If only I could see through their eyes.
What sights do they behold, I wonder, As they gaze upon my ageing lumber? Perhaps tales of journeys far and wide, Or dreams that dance with the tide.
Alone I stay, ashore all day, In stillness, finding solace in the bay. For though my hull may weather and fray, My spirit sails on, in dreams that sway.