My Time

Sitting, patiently, waiting for the catch of a lifetime My line sits still in the calmness of the lake My mind, well, it’s someplace other than here Perhaps on a beauty, of whom I’d partake. In any case, the time goes slowly by, draining Me of my energy and of all of my dreaming thoughts If I don’t catch something real soon to bring home Then a trip to the store is in need, for fish to be bought. This time alone, well, it is so very rare, indeed, But a necessity, I’d say, just to sit and to dream. I’m thankful still, though nothing is biting today. It allows me the time to just let off some steam. Well, wouldn’t you know it, a tug on the line, Maybe a big ole catfish, one to put up a fight. I can now leave here knowing, I got what I needed And I’ll be eating real good sometime later tonight.