No please don’t go
don’t disappear
I still have one more wine —
You are my boats
on the harbour
on a Sunday so fine
Your passing by
gives me a lift
with every bob and turn
I love the way
your bow waves dance
then exit at the stern
But from the shore
I see you all
preparing for days’ end —
A sail comes down
motors cut in
to take the final bend
I know our time
is running out
and Sunday nearly set —
But please my boats
It’s Monday eve!
Don’t disappear — just yet!!