Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Bill Wilmoth's poetry continues...

NAVY BLUES (*I’ve got…)
 
The years pass so quickly, But old dreams still linger.
They’re with you for life, Like the ring on your finger.
 
Oh, there’s much to remember.  Much more to forget.
How can an’ old sailor explain
That leaving the Navy at the end of his twenties
With regret, homesickness, and pain.
 
I’ll never forget the shipmates I’ve met, Nor forget the
Ones long passed away.
 
The places I’ve been, And the things that I’ve seen,
To name them would take me all day.
 
I’ve finished my Thirty in the Old Fleet Reserve
But, if some bad Premier should get snooty,
I’ll just pick up my sea-bag and report back aboard
A’ready, an’ rarein’ for duty!
 
Bill Wilmoth, USN (Ret)

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