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The Fisherman

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I keep thinking, off and on of the fisherman I met too many years ago
I keep thinking of the fisherman and the handful coins
the overfished, abused sea yields for feeding his family
not enough for a ride to the market but sufficient for a kilo of salt

This leads me to thinking about my own inability to uplift my fellow man
and I try to exercise bravery even when I am inside cowardly
I try to grow myself more, as though it were penance for what I cannot do
but this does not feed nor save

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Written by thedoe

May 14, 2013 at 9:57 pm

Posted in When something must be said

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