A Fisermans Lot Poem by Frederick Nellist

Life's farewell song is unsung
my future swallowed by the past
Gate crashed by a stormy blast
cascading grievance is far flung.

Who can redeem I'm sore afraid
perhaps a dream we can retract
My nightmare or unfriendly act
uncalled dreams take the strain.

Fishing is the name of the game
high sea hazards never hesitate
Davy Jones can unlock hells gate
angry seas, no two are the same.

I prey landlubbers hear my sound
the manner of my chosen speech
King Neptune's trident easy reach
his oceans deep and so profound.