Mission in Life
Mission in Life
By Arley Steinhour 041513
His favorite gun, a Water Gun,
The kind that shot Torpedo's,
Hidden from Sun, was the most fun,
After Hot chili, and eating burrito's.
He lived his life, as few men do,
Plying waters, of Oceans Blue,
In Silent Service, deep of wing,
Where Water guns, ruled as King.
Silver Dolphins, on his massive chest,
Plus strength of two, enjoyed the test,
For months on end, no Sun could shine,
In dark cold home in a water-mine.
The life below, proved the best,
Working with others of equal jest,
Mission focus, consumed the life,
Upon completion, return to wife.
On Surface ships, he rode them too,
On top of the oceans wavy stew,
Two types of life, diverse to the other,
Those on the Sea, are still the brother.
For Twenty years, a man at sea,
But, still, five children grace his tree,
Only one, wanted to join the Navy,
Worked for President, six years of gravy.
Four sons, and a daughter, made him proud,
Diverse in life choice, skilled, without cloud,
Worthy of watching, doing their best,
I guess, my family has passed the test.
Children of God, Reborn in the Son,
Reaching out in a way, and making it fun,
My children no more, though born of the 'Ring,'
Only, our God, be our Master, and King.
AMEN
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