A FISHY TALE OF A GOOD SAMARITAN

poem by: Darryl Ashton
Written on Feb 09, 2018

A losing streak, a life
destroyed,
In debt, no friends, 
now unemployed,
Distressed, confused,
about to break,
I chanced upon a 
nearby lake.

With fingers burnt
and future bleak,
With ego bruised 
and spirit weak,
A wrecking ball 
inside my head,
What I proposed...
best left unsaid!

I teetered on the 
muddy bank,
The water looked 
so dark and dank.
My mind resigned,
my thoughts a mess,
So low I felt, I
must confess.

But then I saw a fish
in trouble,
Caught between the
reeds and rubble.
I cleared his path
and set him free,
Then I compared 
that fish to me. 

A thought occurred, 
a tiny light,
I clung to it with all
my might.
This needn't be the
soggy end,
If rescued like my
scaly friend.

He must have thought
his days were 
numbered,
So exhausted, quite
encumbered.
His lousy luck changed,
so can mine.
I gladly took it as a
sign.

Because, amid this
crippling strife,
I saw the value in his
life.
Quite small and 
pointless, one might
think,
But yet I wouldn't 
let him sink. 

I, too, could use help
from above,
An act of life-affirming
love,
Some greater power
might descend - 
A long shot though, 
let's not pretend.

A second thought, this
time, quite weird,
My saviour had indeed
appeared.
No angel from the
clear blue sky
But lower down and
much less dry.

This Good Samaritan
had fins.
A whole new chapter
now begins.
But first to solve the
mystery:
Did I save him? Did 
he save me?


BY
DARRYL ASHTON

 

Tags: Happy,

 

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