Shore bound for eternity,
No more waters to cool her hull,
Her engines removed, her life blood in tanks empty,
In her day she was a beauty….
Shiny woods, chrome & stainless,
She did cut the waters with power to spare,
People on shore or other boats could only in envy stare…
She sits now with other unwanted derelicts,
She has memories of her young years,
Times of gaiety & charm on Chesapeake waters,
Now she does just rot away,
From her decks to her keel,
This is life in the real.
© -ed- 6/22/18
Regis
Love ya!
Jane
poignant read
thought provoking
sad that we tend to leave behind, throw away, discard so much
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Ron
And you have described it well. Kudos.