Float

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

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