Once upon a time fishing helped cope.
This particular day I hooked a fish called hope.
It fought me tooth and nail.
But I finally got in my pail.
When I arrived at the dock,
My friends began to flock.
They asked me about the bait.
I replied something called fate.
Sometimes hope will float.
Other times you need to float on faith in a boat.
RGH
4-25-2021