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Devilrod Challenge Ode

Poetry By: Susan Hartline Fouts
Poetry



I never really gave myself much thought. I never really thought, what am I made of? When I read airs poem I was truly inspired to take the challenge and it caused me to think, What are my dreams? How do I see myself? What are my aspirations?
So here goes.


Submitted:Jun 10, 2008    Reads: 140    Comments: 7    Likes: 9   


Fisher of Men

I look for opportunity

To cast the lively bait

To an ocean full of hungry fish

All lying still in wait.

*

Their souls are starving

for the love

That everbody needs

But they look in mass directions

Searching through the weeds.

*

Swimming in an open sea

Safety lies with numbers

But alert I stand at the helm

No time to take a slumber

*

For time is short

Eternity long

And never to repent

Once gone from earth

It is too late

And judgement then is set.

*

So now I look out at the sea

And ask myself, "What now?"

I cannot catch an ocean of fish.

*

But now I wish and wish and wish

That there are others just like me

Waiting for a fish.





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