Fishing for Flies

A hook full of fish

But a fly is my wish

Got nothing to loose

But I'm not going to win

I'll sit on my rock

At the edge of the dock

Watch the hours fly by

As the sun sets by far

By the sea front so wide

Just the fish do abide

The air is now cold

And the sea maybe warm

My hands they are tired

It's the flies I admired

I'm waiting, stood high

But the flies they're so small

I'll just rest my eyes

And hide away my cries

My eyes they shut tight

And my grip it grows loose

Asleep by the tide

I tried I tried I tried.