Cast adrift in a deep wide yonder
I bide my time with sing-song.
With too much time to wonder
‘Where has all my life gone?’
My futile paddling gains me little
But helps to occupy my hopeless sole.
The rain it falls like windswept spittle
While water currents take full control.
I see no land and none sees me.
What could my destination be?
What I need is a bigger paddle.
Jeff Watkins 14/03/1999