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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