You see that man there? He is one happy man.
But don't let his smile distract you he shouldn't be here.
Then why is he so happy you ask? I'll tell you.
He sits there everyday, fishing... passing the time.
You see before he came here he was sick, very sick.
But he never gave up, he fought until he just couldn't fight anymore.
And when his time came he faced the light without fear.
At the service he family held, he came to see that which he left behind.
For in that instance he was able to see his entire family and every friend he had ever made.
But he did not cry, nor did he weep.
He picked up his tackle box and grabbed his fishing rod then sat down on that boulder next to the water.
And with a cast of his rod he just smiled... for now he knew he was home and one day they would be too.
Now you see that man there? He is one happy man.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 4:11 AM UTC
You see that man there? He is one happy man.
But don't let his smile distract you he shouldn't be here.
Then why is he so happy you ask? I'll tell you.
He sits there everyday, fishing... passing the time.
You see before he came here he was sick, very sick.
But he never gave up, he fought until he just couldn't fight anymore.
And when his time came he faced the light without fear.
At the service he family held, he came to see that which he left behind.
For in that instance he was able to see his entire family and every friend he had ever made.
But he did not cry, nor did he weep.
He picked up his tackle box and grabbed his fishing rod then sat down on that boulder next to the water.
And with a cast of his rod he just smiled... for now he knew he was home and one day they would be too.
Now you see that man there? He is one happy man.
This is for my uncle, now fishing where they always bite.
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