Peeling paint and tattered sails,
A vessel for no ones and ne'er-do-wells,
My deck is littered with broken dreams,
My hull, of holes like window screens.

The holes are greedy for the sea.
The waves are pouring over me
Try as I may I'm sinking fast-
a forgotten ship from the past.

My anchor's cut,
My crew is dead,
I should have listened
When she said,

Instead of going on my own,
Preferring to be left alone,
Perhaps this is not meant for me.
Destroyed by blind naivety.

I should have docked
At the port,
At low tide
To rest in comfort.

But instead I will be thinking
Of the one who left me sinking
Without anchor, without shore,
Without things for ever more.

As I sink,
I can't but think,
Just man can save me
From the sea.