No More Fishing

Dad would ask to go fishing.
I would make an excuse.
Not for me, the impatient boy.
Occasionally, he went by himself.
Now, there is no more fishing.
There is no more asking.
Only regret.

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1. Aww, so sad but so true. I could have written this for content as well. Though I’m glad you did it instead of me as your style is so much better than mine.

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