I remember the day
When I was a sailor, far away
All my possessions fit in my sea bag
Leaving little to boast about or brag
The commute to work and meals
Required little time and no wheels
I’d climb up a ladder and over a deck or two
And soon my daily commute was through
A little liberty, a cold beer to drink
Nary a lot about which to think
Then back again, out at sea
Salty air, fresh as air can be
But on the sea and far from home
This sailor found himself all alone
Those memories from a log ago and younger day
Make me happy I am home from the sea to stay
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