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
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