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.