Life Spent

Beneath the cold and non repentant sky Lies the husk of someone’s past pride and joy. To them it was once their best means to ply Their trade throughout a life starting as boys. The fish he’d caught provided a fair life That was hard with many a weathered storm. But he was able to care for a wife In a cottage that she made snug and warm It is with shame that he now looked upon the shell of a boat that had served him well. Battered, torn, broken, it looked without brawn. Looking at her now made him feel like hell Then with stark surprise he new what this meant For he and his boat their lives were all spent. Picture No2