King of the Sea

The rusty old shack

On the edge of the beach

Wasn’t much to behold

 

It was once green

Vibrant on the shores edge

Now it was brown

 

Corroded by salt

And spray

And blustery winds from afar

 

The wooden door

Stripped of its paint and the sign

Which once adorned it

 

Inside the padlocked hut

Sat ropes and floats

And heroes of old

 

Retired and beaten

Looking out at the seas

Where they were once Kings