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The Catch of a Life
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The Catch of a Life |
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maxtec1 Senior Member
since 2000-12-09
Posts 577Garland, Tx |
The catch of a Life by Richard Maxfield 4-4-99 An old man, sets by the shore drawing his breath, seems a chore his face, is wrinkled and tan he was an, old fisherman his shirt was torn, his hands were dirty mumbling something, about nineteen thirty he sets there, with all of his poles talking to himself, about lost goals people walk by, and shake their head some of them treat him, as if he were dead dirty old cap, and rubber boots muttering something, about his roots with hands that shake, and eyes so blue thinking to myself, is there something I can do I stop one day, to say hello and ask if, he had some place to go he start to tell me, about the one that got away the only one, of all of his days he said, it was the best so much better, than all of the rest he said how hard, he had tried and this was not, a fisherman’s lie the year was, nineteen thirty four this was the one, he had been fishing for he went on, telling the story with vivid words, and all of its glory tears came, to his old eyes I knew, he tells no lies he talked, of a body sleek and fast with so much memory, of the past how all his young life, this was what he did want and now the memories, haunt and taunt the fight of his life, he had gave he would take this memory, to his grave he went on to say, this was the spot he would give all, if he could have got his voice grew shaky, and tears down his cheek with so much passion, in the words that he speak my heart grew faint, as the story unfold a story like this had, never been told on this spot, is where his best catch got away on a day, much like today he went on, about the catch of his life I then realized, it was his wife he said this was the reason, he always came here the memory was fresh, and so very clear of the day he saw, what he seen his voice grew clear, and a little mean he told me, this could not have been his young bride, and his best friend now he sets out, the rest of his days and no one stops to hear what he says |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
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That's a very sad tale, Richard. Denise |
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maxtec1 Senior Member
since 2000-12-09
Posts 577Garland, Tx |
Thank you Dear. I wroter this when i was very down, as if you could not tell. LOl Love and light, Richard |
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