He had live bait,
I had one lure.
Most are corrupt;
Both were  impure.
He’d cast out his net
I’d cast out my line.
He’d bring in many.
I gave it time.
I’ve done it before,
I have gotten a catch,
There are plenty of fish in the sea,
Yet still plenty of trash.
So I waited. And waited.
And waited a while.
My line got some tension,
Of course I would smile.
A tug and a pull,
And some struggling later...
I pulled my catch
Fresh out of the water.
Like many fish do,
It thrashed and it gasped.
It was held just under water,
By this fisherman’s grasp.
To keep it alive, do not let it go.
Just keep the waves moving
At the fish’s pace and flow.
It will stop its rage.
It will learn to relax.
Just give it some time,
And you’ll claim your catch.