my first sail

What may you ask is life at sea
Ask to seamen and not to me
A dial gauge and nothing more,
except the engines roar

No sunset turning the ocean red
just bed to watch and watch to bed
No deep and rolling ocean swell
Just a foul and dirty really smell
No watching the low set ocean aboil
Just temperature, pressure,vaccum and oil
No thought how coat and trim your craft
Just count your turns and check your shaft
No fresh air to salt your blood
Just a cigarette and a cup of mud

If you must go to sea,

lend me your ear..
Don't let them make you an engineer