Broken Down Boats

Broken down it sits there, on the shore
Its days of fishing on the sea… no more
Who knows its story, the sadness it shows
Forgotten and left there, no use… who knows

Tis sure if it had tongue it’d tell
Of the day its bountiful hold… did swell
The cod, the mackerel, and herring too
In its day… did fish a few

But there is a sadness, the old boat shows
There’s no longer the fish it use to know
The sea it doesn’t give like it did
And to fishermen today the stocks are hid

There many an old boat, dry upon shore
And its days of fishing are no more
Left to remain for all to see
Broken down boats; once a memory

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