Time and Remember

Rundown freighters tramp the seas
Their engines churn and sputter
Their bundled waters would wanna quit. 

It happens alike to old sailors that keep on sailing
'cause an old age home ain't no dream boat.
It happens alike to factory workers in rust belts.

The fates of tired ships are sealed.
If not on Friday scraped, On Monday,
they might be beached.

If neither plays out,  an unexpected sinking
might make of them new habitats
where light hardly reaches.

So it is.  In the man made,
everything eventually is wasted
and junk yard  heaped, In nature, nothing ever is.