She Will Not Be There

Lost now. What I could have held now dust.
The chance provider paid his fee,
Square are we for favours owed,
no more he can do for me.

Why destroyed when not at sea?
My fleet in harbour rest,
They do not fight this week or month,
no arms, battles nor test.

I Suppose your turn to scoff and jibe,
What once was yours – affection found,
The time you had is old and grown,
You had your flesh, you had your pound.

So take this lesson home my friend,
Learn to make a cross and bare,
For when your heart is set my son,
She will not be there….

2002