Sunday, August 12, 2012

Boys to Men: Little Changes As We Grow Old

A fish, a fish, what a wonderful fish,
Bringing you home is all that I wish,
Where do you hide I surely must know,
To find you beneath I must search through the flow,
Your red and yellows and purples and blues,
Are only a spectrum of your beautiful hue,
I cast my line and begin to wait,
The basket I carry will be your fate,
But try as I may and try as I might,
Elusive you are and further my plight,
A fish, a fish, what a wonderful fish,
Bringing you home is all that I wish.




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