If Youth Knew, If Age Could

hey boys hey girls how is life in water? the old fish asks the young fish answers: …good, same old **** …good, just another day,… they keep swimming up stream how is life in water for fish?... thinks the fisherman, who never talks but stands on the shore in the Autumnal rain, looking at the dead young fish washed ashore and casting his net wide and wide and thinking: if youth knew if age could…, thinking, casting, and pulling the net he widely cast, now trying to narrow the net he cast wide but in vain!