Slowly the clocktower
chimes out the hours
But hours do not count
when you go with the tide

What's hidden at high water
lies exposed 6 hours later
Irrespective of the hands
on a timepiece

Where barrels once stacked
and fish were packed up
Cars are now left
by those crossing the sea

Only a statue reminds
of the hard hard workers
As the water rises below
and falls twice a day

A curtain of rain
hides the lighthouse from view
As much as the future
is obscure to us all

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