Island life does have its charms 
The constant sun, the steady breeze 
Nothing ever happens here 
Few are those who do not fall beneath the spell 

It’s language is an orphan branch 
But one that I can understand 
Its cadence is familiar 
It shares the old declension from the continent 

I came here with a package deal 
Everything all prearranged 
Three nights at the Grand Hotel 
Where all the rooms have ocean views 

Mariners will not arrive 
Its coordinates are plotted 
By its relative position to the rising sea 

The lucky few who call it home 
Are prosperous and confident 
And they manifest a certainty 
That, come what may, things will not be otherwise 

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But time is on the ocean’s side 
The beaches shift, the cliffs erode 
Though the engineers do what they can 
Everyday another house just slides away 

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