Floating Salvage Yard 1997

Relics abused and disregarded,
Longing to be recognized once more,
We all feel attractive in our heydays,
Of splendid Beauty,
With our Handsome Images.

Only our aging presence will suggest who we once were,
Where there's a saying,
Even when painting a portrait,
Especially a young woman,
The model should be twenty-one.

Her beauty is formed and she will give good face,
And one feels the height of a persons attractiveness,
Reaches the glorious age of Twenty-four.

Unfortunately the disrespect and disregard many good people have to endure,
By the meanness of others,
May cruelly age and ravish that mortal into a living fossil of hardship,
But ones beautiful Soul will never be tarnished by the heartless.

Perhaps those rusted dilapidated hulks,
Fish trollers, ancient ferries and other floating dreams,
At there berths of despair,
With some tender loving care,
May surface to float on their usage,
Rather than castaways sinking to the depths of someones belongings.

Please don't make them a living reef,
And just another chance to operate once more,
On these floating molecules of hope.