The night fisher
The night fisher waits patiently;
No conversation necessary.
His wife at home with hand on phone,
Is disturbing his peace.
They met as childhood sweethearts
And now they donít even speak.
She talks, he listens, they get along;
But they havenít kissed in weeks.
She says she has to dash.
The food is in the oven, the doorbell rings,
There is another call
And the baby needs its nappy changing.
He says goodbye without I love you.
They havenít spoken in a while.
He canít recall the last time he meant it;
He turns back to his solitude and raises himself a smile.
Itís peaceful now,
He can relax,
Not worry about who she is with.
He knows one day he will kick the bucket
And someone else will raise the kid;
But he is not thinking about that now.
He came here to forget.
He comes here every chance he can get.
Some claim that he is wed.
A ring upon his finger is only a disguise.
He wears it only for one reasonÖ
To keep away more lies.
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