posted 30th August 2024
The Lighthouse flashed its powerful rays,
Longing to return to happier days,
The Old Man had kept it going,
Even though there was nobody coming.
The sea waves crashed against the rocks,
Turning the stone into bloody blocks,
The clouds over head were black and grey,
Flying around just like yesterday.
The ships sailed past many miles away,
The Lighthouse kept them from going astray,
Forever the Old Man watched on,
Guarding his station like it was his only son.
The waves were calmer now,
Passers by could no longer say wow,
The stars in the sky were bright and clear,
The cost of a wreck was still mighty dear.
The Old Man sat back and admired the view,
He was lucky just like the few,
The sun shined down from God above,
The sight could make anyone feel love.
The day ended before it began,
The Old Man threw back the can,
A bloody old beer, not worth a pound,
He watched as it fell to the soggy ground.
The sea salt cleared the air,
The Old Man looked back, seeing his greying hair,
The ship pulled close,
Then ran away before receiving a deadly dose.
The Lighthouse still stood,
The Old Man was deeply misunderstood,
Alone he lived, dying with contented grace,
A life well lived, ending with a happy face.
