The Horizons

The old fisherman paddles along the backwaters of life

Looking back at all the catches he made and missed

Remembering the umpteen dawns and twilights

Feeling each ripple in the sea portraying his memories

Smiling nonchalantly at the days of an empty return and the look on his spouse

Cherishing all the plugs to keep his skiff alive

Crying silently at his memories of his sons journey

When he looks at the sun setting,The Horizon is not too near yet too far..