His Last Goodby
An old man sitting on the dock, by the seaside,
lights his pipe and rests, while waiting for the tide.
He's old and weary, with white hair on his head,
I ask to hear his story, and this is what he said.
My Dear I never had a wife, or kids upon my knee,
the only love I ever had, was just the open sea.
My ship called the Lady, rocked me through the night,
she was sure a beauty, I loved her from first sight.
The dolphins were my family, the gulls were friends of mine,
with stars at night as my guide, yes I was doing fine.
My best friend was the lighthouse, sitting on the hill,
the light no longer shines, the lighthouse stands there still.
I looked up into his eyes, there were tears upon his face,
he said I have to go now, to the Lady and take my place.
I'm old and I'm weary, so I'm heading out to sea,
oh can't you hear it calling, its calling out for me.
The roaring of the endless waves, is what I won't to hear,
So don't feel bad little lass, because my time is near.
I have to go home to my sea, and I don't want you to cry,
then he smiled at me, and with that his last goodbye.
by...Debbie
no real reason for writing this one I was just bored that day I guess
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