|Image courtesy: Catrin Welz-Stein|
He stood high up in his own little world
The same endless waters all around him
A dreary job was his, indeed - a lonely life
With a fishing rod instead of a wife.
He cast a line down each day
His catch – well, let us say
He was not what they call a master baiter
His line cast, he recalled the days and ways
He had spent to bait the elusive her
Then, as now, he had looked the wrong way
Hoping to catch a mermaid
When a prize catch was lured to his bait.
He felt a tug (at his heart), he looked
Saw the missed prize swimming away
Took his bait (heart) too, yes, she did..
Here’s to ‘mistakes make him a better man’
Ducks, Sailing Races, Scout Meetings etc.