Her possessions robbed The small blue boat bobbed In the bouncing sea. Tethered to the dock Secured by a lock. When the wild winds blow No place can she go. While rising water Climbs o’er her gunwale Apt to fill her hull. Her jostling about Has left not a doubt Soon to the bottom She’s going to sit Having no spirit. Nothing to live for Won’t fight anymore. So sad, slowly she Sinks to her demise. There’ll be no goodbyes.