A shipowner’s banker,
I am a robust tanker.
Here is a tale,
Of my twenty years of sail.
I have been all around,
And never run aground.
Green as a pea,
I sailed through the calm sea.
Once the sea got rough,
I became more tough.
How can I forget,
That glorious sunset.
Today I just stay afloat,
Am laughed at by a Tug-boat.
As months pass by,
I am turning grey.
But still in the fray.
As people hauntingly say,
I just cannot make my way.
Steel plants take guard,
Soon I shall be in the Scrapyard.