Fishing

Reflecting back I see beyond yesterday, Light glistening brings a new view, The water's rays rippling about, I set my bait my soul, The fish it agitates. A guilty pleasure, wasting time, Tomorrow's trouble I catch, Yesterday's worries swimming under, My rod and reel are the keel, Thought enraptures me, Learning bending recent history. The safety of this doc disappeared, I must've gone adrift somewhere near, A horrid smell not so bad, The past filets the fish all to well, Tomorrow I bid, thou shall soon, Time to fish, out to conclude.