It
is easy to be pleasant
When life goes along like a book,
But
the man who is rare
Is
the one who won’t swear
When the trout wiggles off from his hook.
It
is easy enough to be pleasant
When your creel is both heavy and bright;
But
the fellow worth while
Is
the one who can smile
After fishing all day and no bite.
April
6, ‘09
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