The Seaman's Catch
|By Dr. Murad Abel|
Along the blue ocean deep,
The vessel’s nets do creep.
Seeking scaly gold plentiful,
An empty net they do pull.
The captain hangs his head in despair,
Since the ocean has nothing to spare.
Advice the fishermen seek,
Profits are nowhere near their peak.
The water mermaids say,
The past was your day.
Close friends would be the two,
If they could cure nature’s flu.
Their worn faces show their fright,
they cannot get the mix right.
Author: Dr. Murad Abel