The Pier

Pilings rotting in the surf
Useless now to all;
Faint is now the memory
When they once stood tall.

When a pier did span the waves,
When the boats did stop,
Where on lazy afternoons
Fishing hooks did drop.

Under moonlit star-filled skies,
Holding lover's hands -
There they traded vows and then
Accepted wedding bands.

Lives must be too busy now,
City lights too bright;
For those children to return
And view this lonely sight.

Barnacles have taken o'er
What's left of yesteryear.
Soon the pounding waves will take
What once was held so dear.