Sitting here in my gown
I remember my once brown
Hair, now white.
Fishing is delight
(And often pain).
And frequently we gain
Our wish in fish.
But oh! how quickly our desire
For a particular fish does expire.
And then we fish
For yet more fish.
But time’s great line
Hooks us all
In the end.
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K Morris - Poet 
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Many thanks for kindly sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
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Very thoughtful, Kevin! Thanks for sharing. Enjoy your lunch, and a beautiful rest of the Sunday! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. You too, enjoy your lunch. Kevin
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