FISHING FOR FANTASIES

A starving old man
Came upon a little pond
And though he wished for a lake
He was grateful for the opportunity he had stumbled upon

He sat himself down, on the browning grass
And fashioned a pole from stick and string
He determined to be happy
No matter WHAT the water would bring

It wasn't long when he got a bite
And brought the fish to face
"Stupid minnow!" he growled
And threw it back to its dwelling place

At that exact moment, he knew he erred
It could have been used for bait
He began to imagine his well-deserved feast
But opportunity was gone, and dinner was far too late

He fished for hours
The noon hour had come and gone
When up walk a beautiful lady
To whom he was instantly drawn

She got out her professional gear
And cast her line
As she caught fish after fish
She simply stated, "This pond is mine!"

She finished her task
Got up, and walk away, without a backward glance
He thought, "I'm hungry! But your ugly
Is worse than my dirty, old tattered pants.!"

Years later, when the old man was rich
He walked upon an Ocean beach
There SHE was with a child-like man
Clinging to her like a leech

She saw his peering look
The young man recognized disgust
He yelled out, "Old man, she only loves me for my skill."
She followed with, "He only longs for my bust"

The old man walked away, murmuring, "Stupid Lust!"

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-26-2018

Note: Believe it or not, this poem is about the damage EXPECTATIONS can do to our hope. If we cast our line into a world full of opportunities without the skill of applying WISDOM, we will never get to SEE what is available to us every moment of every day. As for the "bust" reference, men who don't get the nurturing love they need from their mothers, tend to long for the comfort of breasts. It is what it is. The perfect thing about LOVE is that whatever need we perceive that we have, He has already met them all.