To someone who loves fishing, it's PATH of the heart,
Though it's true not all fish can be saved in this way,
The occasional fish will ingest fly too deep,
Hook extraction not known that allows them to stay.
One who ties 'flies' to fish is a student of life,
And there's art in a cast that presents fish the lure,
Seems the hunter, the hunted, creation God's plan,
And the fittest's survival makes future secure.
It's a metaphor hard to acknowledge as Love,
Wise think twice of a gift with no visible barb,
One that dazzles and prances its way in your life,
Just a taste first is best when lure's dressed in bright garb.
Though a barb hides inside, one may still choose the bait,
It's the truth! Days may come you view death as a friend,
Best to live life aware of its risks if you dare!
All decisions you make will add life to your end.
Brian Johnston
February 21,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem