Western Sea

By: Garland Davis

Sailor, look at me, look at my life,

You’re a lot like I once was.

Sailor, look at me, look at my life

You’re somewhat like I once was.

 

Sailor, look at me, look at my life,

You’re twenty-four

and there is so much more.

You now sail in the Asian paradise

That once belonged to me.

 

Love lost, at such a cost

Reach for things

that don’t get lost.

Like a coin that won’t be tossed.

Rolling home to you.

 

Sailor, sailor take a look at my life

I’m a lot like you

I had someone to love me

The whole day through.

One look into my eyes

And you know that’s true.

 

Sailor, I see from the look in your eyes,

As you run around the old home town.

Doesn’t mean that much to you,

as Asia means that much to me.

 

I’ve been there first

And you will not be the last

Look at how the time goes past

Now, I’m alone at last

Looking across the Western Sea

 

 

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A native of North Carolina, Garland Davis has lived in Hawaii since 1987. He always had a penchant for writing but did not seriously pursue it until recently. He is a graduate of Hawaii Pacific University, where he majored in Business Management. Garland is a thirty-year Navy retiree and service-connected Disabled Veteran.