The Little Fish

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This is for someone who needs to realize that the tide comes in fast, and will go just as fast.

Submitted: April 22, 2010

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The Little Fish, by Daniel Phillips

 
 
The little fish,
Was placed on sale at the little store.
She made a wish,
That her life had something more.
A little bag,
Was all she had for her little home.
It was a drag,
To swim around in it all alone.
Her life was gray,
Because all she had was time.
Then one day,
A little boy bought her for a dime.
He gave her a bowl,
A little place to swim around.
It had a little hole,
And some stones for a little ground.
Life was good,
Until the day it became a bore.
She understood,
Her little life could be something more.
He bought her a tank,
With some plants and some other fish.
She gave him thanks,
For granting her that little wish.
Time went by,
She saw her world was made of glass.
It had no sky,
And her happiness was fading fast.
She lost her joy,
And spent her days feeling blue.
The little boy,
Didn’t know quite what to do.
She bit her tail,
Because she wanted to be heard.
Her attempt would fail,
The little boy didn’t say a word.
She bit it again,
It felt like she would lose control.
He took his friend,
And placed her back in the smaller bowl
There will come a day,
You’re going to need that little fin.
Don’t eat away,
The very things that can make you swim.
Hear the ocean hiss,
Your tide is moving very fast.
Someday you will miss,
The simple safety of a home of glass.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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