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You,
you looked so fine in that uniform
you could have been a sailor,
but we didn’t change the world
quite fast enough for that.
We failed only at staying together,
star-crossed, not stardust,
not golden,
more like hardened steel
slowly rusting, yet
still shining 45 years later.
We already knew at 17 that life
was a series of survivals.
I wrote of you often that year,
you were on every other page.
I know this,
I was happy when I turned 17,
my happiness was you.
This is the world we live in,
separated,
lived,
loved with others
all the while the age of 17
never forgot.
You,
you look so fine.
On the Occasion of Turning 17 plus 45
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Mike Carson
I feel the need to explain this poem to Carol. She was in NJROTC when we met at age 15 and talked me into uniform, but never put a real Navy uniform on. We got separated and lost each other for many years and then found each other again in our sixties. The world has changed, the US Navy has changed, we changed, but the bond remains after all these years. We all need something to cling to, I believe. I loved her then and never really stopped doing that. We hang out when we can and live our separate lives, no longer alone.