Submarines

Sometimes I wish I didn’t enlist In the Navy at so young an age Barely seventeen Chin clueless of the razor’s sting But it was submarines for me I wanted to fight under the sea Thanks to a movie I was hooked It was called Das Boot Years, I did twenty Action, I would say plenty At times, unrelenting Both as hunter and the hunted I had duty on shore of course Respite from the undersea wars But I was anxious Always anxious for more Interwoven With the life I’d chosen Were marriages that didn’t last Children who grew so fast Lack of sleep, No relief Always constant the submarine When I finally got out I wandered, I squandered I shuffled about Sometimes I feel I lost twenty years The best part of my life gone Am I wrong? The loss of freedom Months at sea Love that could never be Loneliness, fear, too much beer Being stalked The thrill of the hunt Walking the walk All that brought me where I am now Should I regret? No But sometimes I do I admit

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