The Fisherman
Woke up before the dawn And thought about the sea “I can’t fail now.” He glanced at the sleeping wife And 2-month old baby…
He took the net, the lamp And his old fisherman’s hat That his deceased grandfather Passed on to him When he was a 14-year old boy.
Life is never easy. But the sea sets him free. With the the flex of his muscles The mighty net flew by. He is the king of this world.
(c) angeljerlin
Poem and Photo: 14Nov2012 (Samila Beach, Thailand)
