The Bait Not Taken

The Bait Not Taken

Two fish appeared in a sparkling pond,

And sorry I could not catch both

I had to choose, which one I'd want

Which one would yield and feed the most

After all I lived, on mostly just toast;

One was beautiful, one was large

But before I could choose, I took too long

The rare of the two, had swam away,

It was now forever, and ever gone

To maybe be caught, one other day.

So I cast my line, into the water,

Hoping I'd get, a teeter or a totter

But what I got was nothing,

Nothing at all

And so I began, my downward fall.

I wish I had chosen, the beautiful fish,

For never again, would I hear it's talk

I would never see, it's meat on a dish,

For the other fish, was merely a rock.

Inspired by: "The Road Not Taken" by: Robert Frost