I have my full mind,
plenty of eyesight and some ***** left in me.
I have never been sick a day in my life.
So hear me.
I know what *** looks like
We met years and years ago
but I'll never forget Him.
As a young boy I went fishing at my secret still water pond
in the forest.
A three foot long carp,
big as a log,
hovered near me all day till twilight.
At dinner, I fed him the bread crust from my sandwich,
the part I didn't like,
and proceeded to live on to this great age.
Winning entry of the 2018 RMAML Poetry Contest
Published in The Watershed Journal