The Dock

With a heavy sigh at all the days that have gone by.

From the day I was built, time was never on my side.

I have seen rafts and canoes, some old and new.

Boats, pontoons and what are those others? Ah yes, jet skis.

Many a time the sun has set, all the colors I have seen.

The young the old, hand in hand, watch the sky on my edge.

Weather has been hot, cold and wet.

With the wind, the water beats heavy on my legs.

Time is chipping away at my body.

I am leaning, creaking and sinking.

Time moves on.