The Fisherman
As I gaze long, far
The Sun leans into the sea
Sets water on fire
A lone fisherman
Paddles through the angry waves
Few fish in the can
Has nought to take home
To his wife, hungry children
Hoping for food, some
The man sees not far
In the glistening waters
A floating buoy
On which a goldfish
Lay lifeless beckoning him
The tired man picks fish
Unknowing to all
Only to find a treasure
That’s kind of not small
Inside are gold coin
Life is changing, knows he will
Never fish again.
mbfarookh
Copyright © MB Farookh | Year Posted 2024
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