The Old Cynic

The Old Cynic.

I'm a dyed in the wool, old cynic;

well, that's what I have been told;

I'm not one, for chasing rainbows;

for this old crocks, not full of gold.

Being grumpy, caustic and acerbic;

but being witty, is what I like to think;

sharing my thoughts, through my words;

as we start to wobble, upon the brink.

Why should I be, a pessimistic old git;

why its the money, that I spend on the boat;

with no ownership of the inland waterways;

its an expensive pastime, keeping both afloat.

Often portrayed as the idyllic lifestyle;

but for just who, is what you should ask;

is it the boaters, or the big salaried directors;

finding an idyllic answer, is a very easy task.

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