Richard D. Preston
"Boondocker"
USMC
Sail on:
The twelfth of never is a long, long time
When you look at the grand scope of things
We have packed enough baggage to complete the trip
We've brought along everything
Bag after bag, trunk after trunk
Filled with the relics that we chose to save
Some to hideous to look at, unwilling to share
We'll take most of these to our grave
Bits and pieces of lives torn apart
By war, lost loved ones and friends
And we continue to store them safely away
Hoping one-day hearts will have time to mend
In one trunk there's war, in another there's death
These are the most grievous to bear
Then there are the remnants of painful mistakes
Stacked in bags a hundred feet in the air
The small box at the bottom contains the sweetest of dreams
It holds the jewels and the joys of this life
Memories of Mothers and Fathers, Brothers, and friends
Husbands, children and grandchildren and wives
Soon we'll be able to cast the miseries away
Even the crates of burden will not matter anymore
On the twelfth of never, we'll set sail to heaven's gates
Able to leave all this world's heavy baggage ashore
Sail on!
Boon
©12-11-03
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