There once was a very small boat;

made of polished dark mahogany

It had to keep itself forever afloat;

it’s habits were a strange homogony

The boat was very small and petty;

and didn’t matter in His design at all

But its fate was written in the jetty; 

in a few sentences, dark and small

‘You are hereby destined you old one;

destined to sail to non-existent shores

No other options and choices are none;

all the other paths end on locked doors’

‘Read these words warily, it is your fate;

forever destined to bet on lost causes

Do take it from me and take it straight;

there is only anguish and no applauses’

The boat surely didn’t want this fate;

but life was cursed and forever doomed

Distress was certain and was never late;

the horn of disappointment forever boomed 

But still, the old boat didn’t lose hope;

and started each journey with faith

Braving the waves, no anchor or rope;

the lonesome ghost, the silent wraith

True there were storms and hard rain;

the boat did not care and moved on

True there was damage and even pain;

the boat always waited for the dawn

Sometimes it saw lights and visions;

smiling with anticipation, it rowed on

But the lights were all bitter delusions;

the visions, what its fancy had drawn

Sometimes it heard joyous laughter;

with a hopeful heart, it shouted ‘ahoy!’

Trying to chase the voices, it went after;

but found only silence, no mirth no joy

Well, that was the life of this poor boat;

the lonely boat that was doomed forever

This was all – the story of this boat;

the same chapters and words, whatsoever

The boat is tired, its wood has all but rotten;

there are several leaks, it’s  bound to sink

It’s exhausted, carrying a load of wet cotton;

the end is but near, it has reached the brink

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