Anchored 'neath moons harbour, <br />and waiting for a tide, <br />I 'spect the beans and rice <br />will have to subside. <br /> <br />The winds are low, <br />and the sails are torn, <br />with no fuel for the lamp <br />and the wick is worn. <br /> <br />The paint, she's peeling, <br />from stern to bow, and <br />the rudder, she's broken <br />against the rocks somehow. <br /> <br />I could go on and on, <br />but what's the use, <br />simply said, this ol' boat's <br />had some abuse. <br /> <br />So sadly I take note, <br />of just where I am, and <br />I'm beginning to think <br />I should've just swam.<br /><br />J... Tudor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anchored-in-hindsight/
