There’s always that One that got away.
That single One that swam too fast and far away.
Yes, you know the One I’m talking about.
That One that made life challenging without a doubt.
That One that was like no other.
That One that haunts those quick flowing waters.
That One that got away is quite an irritating anomaly.
Making that One that got away quite a big calamity.
That One though will always be of significance in life.
For that One will always remind you what to strive for in life.
Thus I come to the conclusion in matters regarding that One that got away.
Tomorrow we have yet another chance to try and catch the One that got away.
The Nomadic Eagle
Posted on December 7, 2012, in art, daily life, life, light poetry, poems, poetry, writing and tagged fishing, girls, got away, life, one, relationships, the one, woman. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.