Like a cork in a washing machine <br />I got rinsed, rinsed very clean <br />nothing left of the boat, <br />I took anything that floats <br /> <br />also dove for more, but the ship was a wreck <br />nothing left to store, all is lost at sea <br />I made it a-shore, almost at my death <br />was breathing hard, lost my breath <br />the sand was soft and dry, I began to cry: <br /> <br />Strange sounds a night, they give me a fright <br />no roof over my head, I see the moonlight <br />I try to sleep, but begin to weep <br />now the sand is wet, and I start to regret <br /> <br />The morning comes, with the hot Sun <br />Look for a spot to make my camp <br />worked hard all day, seems like fun <br />both arms are sore, in my foot a cramp <br /> <br />Stuck on this Island <br />from now to eternity <br />don't really want to be rescued <br />I'll have to wait and see <br /> <br />Seems like paradise <br />The sand, the beach, the sea <br />I will have to pay a price <br />there's no one else but me<br /><br />David Darbyshire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/castaway-2/
