Reflections on Life

In my youth, this was a treasured fishing hole,
where the granddaddy of all trout presided
until I arrived with my trusty cane pole.

On a hot summer day, our wits collided.
Though his cunning had become legendary,
I prevailed when the battle was decided.

These days, my foes are all imaginary,
as I sit in this tranquil scene and reflect
on my life versus the taxed mercenary.

Flowing water serenades me to deflect
any worries, and sunlight dances with mirth
across the stream, projecting a gay aspect.

While others bustle about to prove their worth,
I’ll just sit here and enjoy this peace on earth.

        

For those not familiar with the Terza Rima Sonnet, a description and example can be found at the following link:
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/terzarima.html

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