Gord

2017-05-12 12:00 am

Dreams of the past float away,
Tired dying in contemplation,
Away from the fertile mates.
Tomorrow's savior never stays,
Often lying of false hopes,
Those who bestay his ropes.
Betrayed again.
No whole boat exists,
The sea depleted,
Forlorn and pissed,
True Scotsman brave it.