In fifteen years,

I'll be greatly older.

Will I have my own family,

or even my own place?

Since I hope,

with all my heart,

Let these things,

come true.

Going into the Navy,

will separate me from others.

But if I even cared,

I'd not say a word.

Fifteen years will fly pass,

all will be considerably older.

But hope to have,

the things you wish for.

Like a family,

and a home.

Friends to help you,

through good and bad.

And if that isn't enough,

take the time,

to grow some more.