Second-Hand Stories

My father’s wish to be a hero for he,
To take up the colourful fight,
A sailor in the navy.

And so to the boot-camp as a trainee,
To pick up his coloured might,
With strength afar to sea.

But to the taking of the tests of theory,
To learn which colour signal means right,
A sailor in the navy.

He looked for the terminology,
And to choose the correct colour light,
With strength afar to sea.

But for my father, red is brown is green is blurry,
So the test was all a colourless fright,
A sailor in the navy.

And you, my father, rejected unfortunately,
With colour-blind sight,
A sailor in the navy,
With strength afar to sea.

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