The old man

Stooped and still

Fishing the lake

The old man never moves

Day in

Day out

Rain, storms or shine

The old man never moves

One day – perhaps

He’ll succumb to the stoop

And drop into the waters beside

But I hope the old man

Has many years yet

Of fishing and stillness to go

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