A Titanic Farewell

Five years of heartache, stale goodbyes While families part, with tear-filled eyes Recession rules, as work dries up They leave to fill their working cup As the second hand counts down the minute Both love and loss appear infinite Each day, each week, all times of year We watch, as loved ones disappear Naive of life, with bag in hand Seeking dollar, pound, or krugerand That's all she wrote, that's all that's in it Another leaves, every sixth minute For many, a room with a couch for a bed A place to rest a weary head Lifes lessons etched upon their face Our countrys heritage, a sick disgrace No flight of earls, just common folk The golden egg has lost its yoke Titanic shame, a guiltless owner No cure awaits from a bloodless donor Seventy seven and seventeen score Left our fair isle, for a distant shore In search of a living, destined to roam Abandoned dreams of a life at home