| My Wishin' Fishin' Time Oh how I remember times when I was young Fishin' pole with line and hook over my shoulder hung Walked for many miles to reach my fishin' hole Happiness filled and warmed my heart and smiles filled my soul Wish that I could live again Those moments in the sun Recapture youthful memories of all the things I've done Robbed of my Youth by Age But really no regrets Mr. Doug 5-19-02 (c) |