Planes fly overhead

Standing here today

World and life’s weight

Slipping away

This time, the good old days

Were the good old days

Jumped on hooks, noon and night

Mother’s face, such a delight

Now it’s the bad old days

Really bad old days

Huge nets trawled, a juggernaut

Nothing left, diddly squat

Time for change, back to my youth

World Champ in seventy five

Now teaching me to thrive

Enter the Champ’s haven

Misty shroud, so still

Hypnotised by the float

Sun rising, discard that coat

They’re biting fast today

Arched rods, lines tight

Emptied lake, personal best

Time to leave, sun takes its rest

Driving down the lane

Time to reflect this day

World and life’s weight

Just slipped away

Bob Ellis © 2022