Life can be empty
for the man that doesn't fit
within the rut in which he's stuck
without a chance to quit.
Friends he cannot make
among those with whom he's stuck
For his live upon a different plain of life
with a different kind of luck.
His personality clashes
with those who try to guide him
and he cannot to be with
those who always chide him.
The job he does from day to day
is nothing but a bore
and always somehow he does things wrong
and fumbles every chore.
He longs to find some purpose
some reason to keep trying
Yet the greatest thing has to do
is just to keep from crying.
The road of life he walks alone
hoping some day to find
someplace and time to call his own
and save his peace of mind.
Life can be so lonely
for a man who can't belong
He stand and fall alone unloved
whether he's right or wrong
And all he wants is a girl to love
and a place to call his own.
Found in an old notebook on an undated, faded sheet of paper. It was type on an old mechanical typewriter and capitalization and punctuation is as shown. It was signed “VAN’68” which places it on the USS Oriskany (CVA-34) off the coast of Vietnam.
Original song, written to the tune of “Denver” around 1963. I went out on a bright Monday morning when the sun was still young in the sky. I went and talked to my recruiter, Boys and now I am wondering why. He said he was so glad to see me and asked me to please come in side Then he started to tell me sea stories, Boys While I went along for the ride. He told of of Frisco and … Continue reading →
Original poem, written around 1965 as a play on Edgar Allan’s poem “The Raven”. Once upon a mid-watch dreary as I pondered weak and weary over many monstrous volumes of the Nuky-Poo School lore As I nodded, nearly napping from the walls there came a rapping There came a most atrocious rapping from the steam pipe near the floor As I jerked out of my slumber and dialed the barracks check in number And said that all things were secure … Continue reading →
Original song, written to the tune of “Little Margaret” around 1963. There is a girl that we all know for her my heart does sigh For I loved that girl, since I don’t know when and I’ll love her till I die I tried to tell her of my love and I’d tell her sure tonight But she left me on a cloudy day and since then nothings’ been right But I’ll search across this wide, wide world from here … Continue reading →
Original song, written to the tune of “The Traveler” around 1963. Sailing in my boat out of Subic Bay I’m traveling in style My boats the one for having fun And I’ll beat you by a mile Hard a’lee off of Cubi Shoals And head for Grandé now if squall winds blow I’ll have you know Right through them we will go Haul’em tight Sail all night Out off Subic Bay With lots of girls in the tropic world With … Continue reading →