Fish Story (A NON SPIRITUAL POEM)
As a child I went on fishing trips
Most of them were with my dad
At that point in my life it was
The greatest time I'd ever had
Before dad would let me fish
all by myself
He taught me how to use the
rod and reel
That I would know if I had
one on my hook
Because It's something that
he said I'd feel
I sat there waiting very
patiently but
My nervous stomach churned
inside
I felt a jerk and quickly
reeled it in
Unfortunately it was just the
tide
I cast my line out once again
With all of the utmost speed
When it yanked again I pulled
it in but
I had hooked clumps of thick
seaweed
Once more I cast into deep
water
By now I really didn't give a
hoot
The next time that my line
came up
I had hooked a size eight
army boot
I was just about ready to
give up
So I reeled it in and to my
dismay
There was the biggest fish
I'd ever seen
The largest one that was
caught that day
The one thing that I learned
from this
Is that no matter what gets
in the fray
Be patient it will work out
in the end
The goal that you seek is on
the way
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