Old Friends

Washed up, battered, left alone on a beach Abandoned, unwanted, just left to rot, Any chance of repair, way beyond reach To sit here and rust it seems is our lot. We once had a crew, brave trawlermen all Who sang sea shanties while chasing the catch, Storms did not best them, they'd face any squall In the face of the beast, they had no match. Now here we sit, we are wasting away Our times out at sea, are now long since past, Oh to pull anchor for just one more day Alas it's over, for we've fished our last. We once fought great waves, we battled rough seas, To dock with full holds, now just memories. Entry for Choices Poetry Contest Sponsored by Sara Kendrick 7/6/2019. Picture One. Placed =1st.