It doesn't matter whether, the weather's foul or fine,
What better way to spend the day than with a rod and line,
You'll need the patience of a Saint and a wiggly worm for bait,
Then sit and stare at the float out there,
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A lively tribute for your brother, Brian. Thanks for sharing. Peace
Very metaphorical piece of poetry, well articulated and insightfully penned with nice rhyme scheme. Death is a bad reaper often going after unripe fruits, but then we must always remember that DUST TO DUST IS A MUST. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9