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Before There Was You

Winslow Homer, Boy Fishing (1892)

Before there was You, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

I was a fisherman, trolling each night.
Casting my fine line wherever I may,
Sometimes a nibble and sometimes a bite.
There where nights when I felt an angry gray.

Rain or shine I continued in the game.
Wondered if I needed to change approach,
All too often the results were the same.
There were thoughts of hiring a special coach.

Then came that evening with its change of fate,
I was blindsided by a beauty sight.
Roles reversed, I took the sweet tasty bait.
O my heart danced in great delight that night.

Now gathering dust is my rod and reel,
For I had found a love that is real.