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!
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