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.

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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.

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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.