Old man swims
The old man had been persuaded to go to the beach
and since it was late September and tourists had gone home
He reluctantly agreed. He waded out waist deep and
then swam out to the bottomless part; suddenly the sea
had goose pimples which he took as a warning and swam
back to shore as fast as he could, this is not very fast for
an eighty years old man. As he reached the shore, he sensed
someone was trying to bite him, a tear in his swimsuit,
told his wife he had been attacked by a shark, she said the rip
had been there before, but he preferred his version.
Every time he tells the story the shark gets bigger and
he had wrestled with the ugly beast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem