Loving a sailor is a high price to pay
Loving him is truly hard when he’s away
It’s being alone with nothing to hold
It’s being young, but feeling old
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You didn’t write this poem in 2008, it was written in in ‘70’s, that’s 1970’s during the Vietnam War.
I know the comment was months ago...but does anyone know the magazine this was in in 1955. My grandmother recently passed, and I found a hand typed poem with alot of these words. I would like to see if it was her that wrote the original