FishingA Poem by Syd
Your old mans favorite past time.
Your old mans old quiet lesson. Let the small ones go, they still have a life to grow. Sometimes you'll drag up branches from the bottom, and sometimes you'll lose a good one. And sometimes while you're reeling in your line, you'll realize you're trying to catch yourself.
© 2016 SydAuthor's Note
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