The Indian's Ocean

by Devin Backman

The ocean is nobody's servant,

it obeys no one's commands,

but I'm more at home in the water

than I am in the sea or on land.

I feel a memory go by

with each passing of a wave

and in my memories I cry

because it's my heart that I gave

I am growing old now

my youth is flying away

to this life I take a bow

because my hair's turning gray

I can feel the ocean calling

that's where I want to be

I stand at it's edge recalling

things that have happened to me

this is my request

I ask of family and friends

that you put my body there

when my time comes to an end.

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