To the Man Who Fishes At the Beach

To The Man Who Fishes At The Beach This is to the man who fishes At the oceans. The beaches With wooden boats Equipped with Yamaha engines Well crafted to keep the salty water out. A fisherman's most prize possession; The source of his living. He who sometimes count gains over losses Viz a viz For none truly fishes For the 'love of the sea' This is to the man who fishes At the beaches If it rains And it pours Under the sun When it burns He is at sea On a boat Hopes blink He prayest gainst a tempest For if he drowns His body bloat Lost in the ocean For none truly is at home in the sea. This is to the man who fishes At the beach, Whose will is way too strong; For he's a man Not dead Not living But at sea. His hands swollen and cold Feet dismantled Always weary and exhausted Every job and its hazard? But only the brave Or Fools go to sea For the ocean is death And death cares not if a Man eat or starve.. ghops (GODWIN HENRY OSAIGBOVO PA SHAKESPEARE)