You will not give in;
artificial light keeps you here after dark.
You can see the end;
this hull has become your Ark.
Catalysts and gel coats are setting
in dry dock, you’re land locked in boat sheds.
Roves, nails, fibre glass and resins
have finished off marine trims and hood ends.
Paint on the waterline, anti-foul
and then offer up your thanks.
You’ve made it this far,
now bring on the whiskey plank.