Castaway Poem by Terry Donovan

Life on a desert island isn't much fun.
One palm tree for shelter, the sea and the sun.
Civilisation horizons away.
Not even a seagull to hear what you say.
Wake up each morning and wait for the night.
Tomorrow and yesterday white after white.
Nothing to live for just being alive
The best you can hope for if you can survive.
Nobody misses you, memories soon slip.
You might just as well have gone down with the ship.
You tried lighting fires and sending up smoke
But no one was looking so that was a joke.
You're stuck where you are while you go round the bend.
You sit and write poems and wait for the end.