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  “The reel


 

 

“The reel me”

 

I’m a fisherman, been so since 7 years of age/

When I gathered up a month’s worth of allowance money I saved/

A zebco back then was 30 dollars plus tax/

I gave it over no problem and it was all that I had/

I would go to school and pretend I was casting from the sand/

Because all I wanted was a rod and reel in my hand/

I would read about fish, even memorize different knots/

But when it came to doing schoolwork, I always seem to forgot/

 

My teachers grew concerned, said I wasn’t like the others/

Things didn’t come easy I had my own set of hurdles/

ADD was diagnosed and so medication was prescribed/

School work became easier for me and I started to get by/

 

But I could not drop fishing no matter how hard I tried/

Friends came and left my life; it’s my passion that survived/

 

High school was a fog, and passing college was a storm/

But I would still cast my line at each first mornings dawn/

 

If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that you must do what you love/

Ignore the negativity from others, because believing in yourself is enough/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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