Diesel and dust,
flaking castles and roses, and spots of rust.
Who said living on a narrow boat
would be glamorous?
But it’s a life
of balance.
Lowered standards, it’s true
but don’t forget, there’s another view
to be taken.
We’re not stirred or shaken
by the negatives.
There’s always a helping hand
and trust is a must.
There’s deep love, I’ve seen it,
between brother and brother,
and water mother
and daughter.
Humanity is the song they sing.
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diesel-and-dust/
