I remember the day
The commute to work and meals
A little liberty, a cold beer to drink
But on the sea and far from home
When I was a sailor, far away
All my possessions fit in my sea bag
Leaving little to boast about or brag
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
Nary a lot about which to think
Then back again, out at sea
Salty air, fresh as air can be
This sailor found himself all alone
Those memories from a log ago and younger day
Make me happy I'm home from the sea to stay
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