low-level

low day:  the hours did not go
my way - could have done this
or that, but did not, could
have spent time wisely like 
gold coin, hoarded, counted, not
given away, but did not -
there was no-one here to say -
come on now, all is fine, just
do this for a while, see how
you go - but the wheelhouse
was empty and I was in the hold
hanging on to all my cargo
and wondering about the
temperature of the water

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