Where is My Ship (A Poem)

Where is my ship?
I keep watching the horizon for it, but it's just not there.
So I stand here waiting
Even though I think I have more than earned my fare.

Image courtesy of Pixabay

Other people have had their ships arrive
And are sailing to some sort of exotic resort.
Yet, here I still stand watching for it
On the same old broken-down port.

I'm not asking for it to be a giant yacht.
Just about any ship would do.
Heck, at this point,
I'd probably settle for a canoe.

Image courtesy of Pixabay

Where is my ship?
Was it hijacked by pirates? Was the captain drunk?
Because, at this point,
I'm starting to wonder if my ship has sunk.

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