The Old Man and The Sea

There was an old man.
He rode on a small boat.
This man can
Tame the waves like a moat.
He tries to get a fish
That is his only wish.

He tried tried
To get what he wanted,
To get the fish home to be fried.
As the sharks taunted,
The fish
It won't make it to the dish.

His hands get bruised up,
While pulling in the great,
Fish of the water.



I wrote this poam due to a book I was reading. Very good book: Old Man and The Sea

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