There was a wise old fisherman whom many people knew,
He taught me many lessons,
And he watched me as I grew.
He taught me how to bait a hook and how to cast my line,
When seas were rough he’d hold my hand,
And tell me I was fine.
He got up every morning and he cherished every day,
And always kept on moving when things got in his way.
He usually was quiet even when others were loud,
And anytime I saw him he would always seem so proud.
When we would go out fishing,
He would let me steer his boat.
He taught me dedication and to never give up hope.
And if I didn’t catch a fish, or if we had bad weather,
I never cared-I just enjoyed the time we spent together.
I never met a man who was so generous and kind,
You’ll always be here Pop-Pop-in my heart,
And in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem