Wretched Affair

From a-far im sure i made an innocent sight,
Teenage boy walking down the river side,
Head bowed to others breif stares,
Alone to his own extravagant plight,
Swimming against the rising tide,

Walked through the sunlight pooled,
I reached the weathered teak,
Stretching out upon the water,
The grains lined and sun cooled,
Every induvidual board unique,

To passers by they saw a boy tread,
Along the planks and up to a berth,
At which a sleek yacht was poised,
Cast off the lines at aft and head,
Pushed the craft away from dry earth,

Raised the mainsail aloft in the yards,
I unfurled the genoa to its rightful place,
Before setting a course of my own design,
Sat down on the ratlines with little regard,
A pointed and lethal look on my face,

A fisher-man saw the blonde-haired boy,
On his lonely voyage to nowhere in particular,
And did wonder on his safety and mental health,
To treat the yacht like an oiled toy,
Tacking the bow so near the sand bar,

With an irresponsible disregard for the inept,
I was to involved in memories to care,
I put the helm over so the bow was into wind,
And sat with my head in hands and wept,
Cursing the entire wretched affair,