Old sailors sit and chew
About things that used to be
Of the things they’ve seen,
The places they’ve been,
When they ventured out to sea.
They remember friends of long ago,
The times they had back then.
The money they spent, the beer that they drank,
In their days as sailing men.
Their lives are lived in days gone by,
And good times in their past.
They recall long nights with a moon so bright’
Far out in the lonely sea.
The thoughts they had as useful lads,
When their lives were brave and free.
They knew for sure hearts would swell
When old Glory fluttered proud and free.
The underway pennant such a beautiful sight
As they plowed through an angry sea.
They talked of the chow O’L Cookie would make
And the shrill of the Boson’s pipe.
How salt would fall
Like sparks from Hell
When a storm struck in the night.
They remember old shipmates already gone
Who forever hold a place in their hearts.
When Sailors were bold, and friendships
Until death ripped them apart.
Their sailing days are gone away.
They have no regrets,
They know they are blessed,
For honoring a sacred vow.
Their numbers gross less with each passing day
As the final muster begins,
There is no loss, all have paid dues
And they’ll sail with shipmates again.
I’ve heard them say before getting underway
That there is still more sailing to do,
They’ll say with a grin that their ship has come in
And the Lord is Commanding a crew.
Do not wait until tomorrow to share your life ‘s stories, memories so precious to you. Don’t worry if anyone rolls their eyes ,silently saying they heard you the first time or more times than you can count. They hear you and will open up the gift you gave them later. Our sailor boy clings to those memories. We hear him and never tire of the vivid picture he paints with words expressing his tours of duty with the US Navy. From the time he at age 17 quit school and joined the military and his entire life until present day is what good movies are made of and remembered.
Paul has health issues today , It is nice to know he is still watching the moonbeams dancing across the moonlit waters of the Mediterranean and bracing himself against a wicked storms at sea.
He loved the tours to castles and landmarks and even tells of when he was served skunk in Lisbon. No doubt , he met some old people when he visited in the countryside while walking off his meal.
Listen to your elders and pass your treasured gifts down to future generations later.
Now I must check on my crew of two…
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