Longing For a Lunker
Longing for a Lunker
When I was but a lad
Butch and I would fish.
In any stream or river
To catch a “lunker” was our wish.
As we reached our teens
Our angling skills we honed.
But still our quest eluded us
We bought our big fish boned.
When we were at the river’s edge
Small shop’s, the bank would line
For they knew where the lunkers lived
Caught and smoked them up just fine
But alas, graduation came and went
We parted ways to never meet.
Butch taught biology to kids
We both found wives so sweet.
I only hear from him at Christmas
And oft a card without a note.
I wonder as the years went by
If he ever over- filled his boat.
I’m probably too feeble now
To land a lunker if one would bite.
But I still hold onto my dream
Of that exhausting, fun-filled fight.
Do you have something?
That lingering wish.
To run a marathon race
Or bake someone their favorite dish.
Don’t give up that dream
Wish on my aging friend
It may eventually happen
During our time at Heaven’s end.
For that may be what heaven is
A time of praise & worship of our King
But also time then set-aside
To pet our dogs and for other things.
Written by oldbuck, May 10, 2016 as he thought about days gone by and opportunities missed.
Copyright © Old Buck | Year Posted 2016
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