Harbour Master’s Lament

My boats have set sail
Travelled to different lands and new harbours
She is empty again, I feel her pain
Do I maintain my harbour for new arrivals?
Cut the old mooring lines, the ties that bind
Let my battered, green, lichen covered harbour rest
Join her sunken memories in a shallow grave
Let her old stone sink
But what would I be without a harbour or boats to fill it?
A Harbourless Master, master no more.

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