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.
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