On The Mountain Top At A Seaside?

I saw the ship near the rocks Her anchor drops And on the mast A segull rests! It's getting darker the sky And the lights flickering On board the Vessel. A Watch-keeper walks on the deck And a Seaman sits on a bollard With a fishing rod. I shouted; 'Have you got a spare cabin For an old bard and I could have work voluntarily Captain If it's possible? ' I threw my tattered Seaman's Book Which was not endorsed since a long time. O the painful early morning my dream-ship already sailed To her destined port and I grabbed my old book with a lament! *[My deceased poor Mom always says; 'The joy of being an old is nothing but sadness.']