Poor old lady alone on the shore,

Left in place by winds of a storm,

Now she awaits her previous captain,

Hopefully her hull is not ripped open to the core…

When afloat she was a family’s jewel,

The captain & first mate thought it pretty cool,

The captain’s kids loved her better than going to school,

Sailing in and out of the harbor, more fun than going to the pool…

But now she sits aground,

Her sails torn to shreds,

Her future at sea now bleary,

Her next chance to float,

In the planning stage; now only theory.

© -ed- 1/28/20