I am not pretty
For I have travel many journeys
I am not wealthy
For I have not many possessions
My lines are not sleek
But they are mine
My decks are not shiny
But they are mine
I am not the fastest
But I hold the course
I am not the strongest
But I am a survivor
No tales are told
I am not remembered
No dreams are dreamed
I am not desired
I sit in the bay
With my lines sagging
I am fading away
Just a detail in the background
Maybe one day
Someone will see me
Maybe one day
Someone will love me
Until then I will rest in the mooring
Until then I will sway with the tide
Until then I will feel the Moon's pull
Until then I will remain waiting
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