The Ferry, part one
There is a girl
Very pretty and quite sincere.
Every week
We ride together
Her and I
Side by Side
When she sees me
She waves and smiles
And I do the same
On the last ride
She cried
As she and I left the boat
Each into our own worlds
Both speaking a different language
Part one was written about 1969/70. The other two parts about forty four years later
The Ferry, part two
She married a sailor, and I,
After a few years, became one.
The Ferry, part three
And It is strange. It's like There is a girl
Very pretty and quite sincere.
Every week
We ride together
Her and I
Side by Side
When she sees me
She waves and smiles
And I do the same
On the last ride
She cried
As she and I left the boat
Each into our own worlds
Both speaking a different language
Part one was written about 1969/70. The other two parts about forty four years later
The Ferry, part two
She married a sailor, and I,
After a few years, became one.
The Ferry, part three
Just yesterday
But a thousand years
Seemed to have gone by.
We have lived our lives
Without regret.
Knowing what could have been
Will never be
And what has been
Was meant to be.
She lives with her soul mate
And I with mine.
And we are blessed with Family
Grandchildren and Spouses.
And now that our worlds
Are once again touching
And as we enter
Our twilight years
It leaves me wondering,
Wondering just a little.
My wife I know
Is just like her.
Is he perhaps
Like me?
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