Why Did It Become Like This

How did it come to this? Sitting on a terrace counting how many Ships are anchored in the bay. I know most of the ships especially The coastal runners, the big trawler has left an ugly ship With a crew of the last chance saloon No self-respecting seafarer would join a ship That empties the ocean of life. How did it come to this? I am watching ships come and go in the bay of Cascais. My plans for the future have been overtaken By the veracity of the day