Maritime view

Sitting in the rain by a harbour side

Watching the ebb and flow of the harbour tide,

It’s miserable and wet but as I watch the boats bobbing

Up and down in the harbour side waters,

I dream of better days where the sun is out

And they sail to and from for work or for pleasure,

Then joggers run by in strides that are measured,

In lycra leggings and top seemingly impervious

To the rain as it falls on them,

Simply focused on their run

Despite the day being dull wet and glum,

And I feel guilty at how fit they are

There was a time when I was too,

But now I am not it’s something I rue,

On a wet day by the harbour side with a maritime view.