One More Fish
Oh how that old man loved to fish,
It was always his request,
To catch one last fish, that was his wish,
That is what he loved the best.
One more cast,
One more throw,
He might hook that fish at last,
If you didn’t rush to go.
He knew he might get one more bite,
If he left out his line,
As long as there was light,
He could catch one at any time.
He was always the last to go,
Staring intently at his bait,
There was always a chance don’t you know,
If you could just wait.
Even if he just caught one,
He did not want to miss,
Another chance before the setting sun,
Just one more fish.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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