Fishing Poem by Delilah Miller

Fishing

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Just another one
whom I can't trust.
Another one of God's sons
who can't stop making a fuss.

He'll smile and joke
when I frown and cry.
He'll shovel out advice till he's broke
but say what you want, truth or lie.

He'll point out your perfection
and flatly deny your flaws.
He'll be shocked at your rejection;
he was, secretly, the be-all-end-all.

He's really very nice to befriend
but he's just another desperate, unhappy fish in the sea
Under all that water, how could he really listen?
How can you ever stop fishing?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
x... x... 06 September 2007

Boys will be boys Collette and to be honest men can be as well....Hang in there, you're young and the right one will come around....great poem again.~~~mm.x~~~~

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