Upbeat Fishy Tale Scaled Down After Bryan Waller Procter Pre-Existence Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I sit beside cool spring with wish I sported silver tail,
so up life’s stream trend trail could swish, sunlight on each bright scale,
till by some bay wise school of fish might sight trap trawler’s trail,
which, followed, must tense anguish net: woe to temptation’s sail!

From babbling brook no second look attracts from passer by
to delta wide and bona fide which ne'er runs high and dry
my travels took as by the book flow shows swans glide, gulls cry,
a fertile ride from source inside earth's girth still waters lie.

Life floods in waves, in waves ebbs, keeps ups, downs, and roundabouts,
some, salmon, leap, from most no peeps are heard while groans own doubts.
Rise steep precedes descent to deeps, what soul convention flouts?
Today here, gone tomorrow, creeps on petty pace till rout’s
round bend at end, race chase asleep, deceptions all found out.  

Who would provide a dish delish one morn at market sale,
fed as fritters, perish first scales weighed upon some scale,
no dawn to spawn or to cherish? One blubbers like a whale.
The thought sends shivers, feverish, unsure from shore turn tail,
such crass ambitions vanish swift, here’s best to leave grieve tale!

Yet climate change may not arrange affairs of mice and men
when source dries up betrothing cup lies empty, arid fen.
Humanity as all things see shows self-destruct as yen:
its history of greed may be rewrit by formic pen.