The Fish

fish in a If you were a fish,
You would want to fly.
What is wrong with that?
Said I.

Nothing at all,
He said with a smile.
But growing wings …
Takes a while.

And if you flew in the sky
Too, too far away,
I wouldn’t see you
For days and days.

No one to hold you,
No one to love.
Just wind in your wings,
High above.

I do not like that,
I frowned as I said.
Then … I’ll be a fish
With you, instead.

 

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