
Not Forgotten
He was old and worn and a bit forlorn as he ambled through the park
He spoke to me and I could see that his eyes had lost their spark
His gait was slow and his voice was low as he asked to sit with me
And I answered him with a friendly grin, the sitting here is free
He gave a smile and we talked a while and his voice was rather weak
But his mind was strong and it wasn't long until he began to speak
Of yesteryears and I saw the tears and the memories flooded through
For he spoke of times and other climes as old men often do
He smiled at me and I could see as he glanced at my Navy blues
That he'd earned his keep on the briny deep and paid his share of dues
I asked if he would share with me some memoirs from his career
He said he might if the price was right and the price was a can of beer
I've shipped on subs and oily tubs, on battleships and cruisers
Ten thousand mates and I can state not one of them was losers
LST's on foreign seas from Tarawa to Leyte
You name is lad I've been there from Alaska to Haiti
Liberty ships of paper clips balsa wood and glue
I saw one break apart one time and lose her gallant crew
Marine Corps I took ashore on Tarawa and Truk
Oh what the Hell, for quite a spell, I've had my share of luck
One thing more, he said, before I move along
There ain't no air that quite as fair as the pipe of the boatswain's song
And the place to be is on the sea riding a fair sea swell
With mates like you in Navy blue who'll follow you straight through Hell
So here's to you and your Navy crew who take our ships to sea
You've fought and died and never cried throughout our history
You're heroes all and ten feet tall and your spirits never lag
You're the nations best and you never rest in defense of our country's flag
He rose to leave and I believe that he seemed to move much faster
His eyes agleam like a laser beam and his skin was alabaster
He glowed at first then soon disperse in a cloud of misty cotton
A dream as most, perhaps a ghost, but not forgotten
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