OFFSHORE

The most expensive of all was time

Not to be toyed with

We left the sands and sailed on

There were different faces aboard

Cheering, drinking and puffing smokes see

Ladies, giggling, dancing and holding the doors

Men frowning, lusting and carried away

I in my khaki shorts sitting pale

With heads on my portmotor

And cold hot waters pouring from my eye

I was lost and heading for nowhere

I knew no one and I was going to live long

I had lost, my accent sold me

I had nothing at home and abroad

The rains had showed me how long her rope was

Many dropped at several ports while we journeyed

But I remain on the coast lost, pained, clueless

With a pack of worrisome emotions

When I get to nowhere that I might alight

A short man in khaki who is lost.