A dark and dreary night upon the Erie.
Stood a sailor, quite weary.
Battered by the spume and spray.
He bitterly looked upon the bay.
Much of his life gone.
All that remained was his brawn.
Opportunities missed.
Loves gone unkissed.
He saw fellow seamen come and go.
While he maintained the status quo.
He believed his luck would change.
He would come out in this exchange.
Seasons came and seasons went.
Never realizing just how much time was spent.
One day, he thought!
This will not be all for naught!
Just one great catch.
Then I will have enough to meet my match.
She is only interested in the rich.
She will then be the one I hitch.
As he enters his twilight years.
And looks upon them with flowing tears.
He gazes upon the Sea.
Realizing he will never be free.