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)
Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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