Boats gone, without us, sold on because of circumstances.
Sad? Yep. It was a good way of life.
Angry? Yep, it wasn’t our fault.
Scared? No way.
Know where we’re going?
You’re joking, right!
So once again we move forward.
Over ‘that’ hill to pastures new.
Leave no mark of your passing only the fond memory of us being?
That’s pretty simple now the boats gone.
The fond memory is in our minds though.