"The Old Fisherman" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
Life Of The Old Fisherman
On my weathered boat, I stand alone,
A life-long fisherman, the sea my home.
The sunset’s hues, a golden fire,
Reflect my heart’s deep, old desire.
The sea is calm, the tropic’s grace,
Seagulls soar in gentle space.
I watch them glide, so free and high,
While I, with heavy heart, look out and sigh.
These hands, once strong, now bear the marks,
Of countless days from dawn to dark.
Each line and crease a tale does tell,
Of fish and storms, of heaven and hell.
A life-long fisherman, the sea my home.
The sunset’s hues, a golden fire,
Reflect my heart’s deep, old desire.
The sea is calm, the tropic’s grace,
Seagulls soar in gentle space.
I watch them glide, so free and high,
While I, with heavy heart, look out and sigh.
These hands, once strong, now bear the marks,
Of countless days from dawn to dark.
Each line and crease a tale does tell,
Of fish and storms, of heaven and hell.
