The Old Boat

The old boat, once so grand,

Now sits on the shore, on the sand.

 

Its paint is peeling, its wood is worn,

It's been through many a storm.

 

Once it sailed the open sea,

With a crew of brave men, and me.

 

We fished for cod and haddock too,

And sometimes we'd catch a shark or two.

 

But now the boat is old and frail,

And no longer sets sail.

 

It's just a memory of days gone by,

When we were young and full of life.

 

So let us raise a glass to the old boat,

And all the memories it wrote.

 

For though it may be old and worn,

It still sails on in our hearts, reborn.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Old boats have wonderful stories to tell. You took me back years to when I played on a half sunken boat on the Grand Union Canal. Such an adventure for a 12 year old. Much older now but still loving boating. I enjoyed reading your couplets Thomas. A fine write.

Chris

[Thomas Ryan]

Thank you for the kind comment

[Arundass TP]

I can imagine how older that boat is. On the other hand this poem is a great philosophical gem.

[John the Baptist]

The old boat provided good service for years and now is rightfully honored. That this might be the lot of all of us.

[D. Mansfield]

I have ahold sailboat that I spent alot of my 20s and 30s on that you have Reminded me of thank you

[Opel]

Ships carry countless stories, and with this poem, you managed to convey them perfectly. Well done, keep it up!

[willweb]

Nicely done, I like the feel of this

[Thomas Ryan]

Thank you.