Old ManA Poem by Trevor Dion
A man on a lake
sits there and waits with the bait on the line, everything fine, patiently as can be world's left him alone to fish his last bass while the waves quietly splash. He's lived his life; family all dead, nothing left unsaid, memory is all he has left. Just in his boat on a silent lake, he fell asleep never to wake. © 2012 Trevor Dion |
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