|The CRYPT Mag|
Submitted by Baz
These men of steel with velvet hearts provide your supper table,
In seas and storms they toil for us, simply because they're able,
So when you next have fish to eat, beg simply to agree,
That you are thankful without doubt, for people such as he.
With this my poem's at it's end, there's nothing more to say,
The fisherman repairs his nets at the end of the day,
He shares a pipe or two and talks quietly with the others,
Oh, how I miss the total bliss of sharing with my brothers!
Illustration courtesy of Issac
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