Crabs

The young man was crying, that I was, long ago
But now the clock has found me on the shore
The gulls are crying for much more

Where the winding weeds have made their mark
There the needs have found their brides
Fireman crabs put out their spark
In the lottery of the tides
And coins fall on into my remains
Bear me to my submarine
Depths of oceans rich and clean

Fish kiss the place that was my face
Wander through my head of dreams
Cream of flesh beneath her lace
Carriage drawn by white seahorse team
Memories falling rocked by worms
Debts and credits come to terms
Once too often have I run
Out of benevolent sun
Depths protect me in my shell
Now I hear the rusty bell

Forget the love that was in my eyes
Now the light is ten years gone
The long lost galleon was a prize
But it has sailed further on
Morning found that I missed a trick
Left me rotten without a brick
Hear bananas call my name
It is the end of the game
Toast me with your daily rum
In my life's aquarium