I am walking along
The sea-front
There you are
Lone dried up star-fish
Away from home
Stranded on sinking sand
You tell me to push you out
As the fisherman approaches
With his hook
But still you are motionless
Except for your wiggly legs upside down
I wish I could go there
With you
To the deep ocean
But you are unable to swim now
Just drifting with the tide
Waiting to die
You thank me for trying
And we depart forever