the devout fisherman

the devout fisherman

A Poem by Worms

the sun rises and sets

on the honest fisher's nets

this poor man works from the dawn

and never rests till the night falls on the pond 

why is this man happy with his lot

others have more than what he's got

but he is content with what he has

no matter what will come to pass

he will not cheat or steal or lie

for he knows not when he will die

and when he does he said to me

"I want to see my family

they have gone to heaven, one and all

and I want to meet them in that golden hall"

and "you certaiunly shall I said to him"

but he said back "that dream grows dim

for any who would be devout

the lord may shut all men out

for men have come to greatly sin

and he's loth to let any of us in

but listen well" he said to me

"my soul always shall be free

for I work hard and I repent

but others wont and they have sent

an invitation straight to hell

and knowing them it suits them well

but I will always follow the lord

for he is both my shield and sword

if I worship him alone

i'll sit next to him upon his throne"

and then he left me and I was alone

and I knew all that could be known

and then I said unto myself

"that man cannot be by himself

there must be others that are like him

men that would not sink, but swim

these men must be the best of all

as good as those before the fall

before men were tempted all the time"

and now as I close my rhyme

please look after yourself and your friends

and keep them from any evil ends

© 2010 Worms


Author's Note

Worms
I know it is long, thank you for reading it all
please give me any and all comments

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Added on November 29, 2010
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Worms
Worms

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I'm 16 and insane and I am not the best person to ask about me but here goes nothing I am a hopless romanitc, for the world as well as myself I am a dreamer, I am a schemer I am a ranter, I am .. more..

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