The Man In The Ship Shop

I was young and experienced,
but I still had a young mind.

I came across an old ship shop,
a place to find the bits and pieces.

I thought hey, this is my experience.
This is something for my tormented mind.

Well I went into the old mans shop,
and I found a few bits and pieces.

The old man was older than he looked,
and in his cauldron many fears cooked.

He was a man of his own good device,
old and handsome, incredibly wise.

He offered me his assistance with my boat;
he said, he could fix it, make it float.

I was a young woman, bad tempered young fox,
but I knew he was sincere, when he handed me the box.

It was a box with old pictures, and memories,
filled to the brink with tools for any feat.

I thought to myself, these don't fit my memories,
these are leftovers from an old mans defeat.

The next day he came to see me, check on me.
I suffered a broken heart, and he said he'd help me.

Days and nights passed,
while he prepared fast.

He took my heart and gave me his.
He stiched me up, with needles of his.

After a while it started to itch,
and he said, it's okay. Take some pitch.

Next he said it was only natural,
and I should be glad it wasn't perpetual.

The old man said, it's not so bad,
poked me with a stick, and said,
tomorrow you will be so glad.

The day after, I was still not glad.
I was in pain, and so incredibly sad.

I left the old man, I said bye you silly old goat.
I never stopped to notice, he'd made my boat float.