The Harbour
To the harbour, he came
To be the same
He was willing to give up
his name and his fame
To the harbour...
He wanted to know, where should he dock
Where to trade ? He was hopeful of a gain, he came to trade.
Be knew he better, that time ticks tock
A teacher does well, without a chalk
There is never a trade, his brain had fade
He thinks again , on the circular dot
How complete and rounded and same for all
Though some like to think big and small
There is no give up, and nothing to 'gain'
