The Old Man and the Sea

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The fisherman stood on the shore,
His weathered face lined with years of toil,
And gazed upon the endless sea,
That stretched out before him, calm and royal.
He had seen it all, the highs and lows,
The storms that raged, the calm that glows,
And yet, he stood there, day after day,
With a heart that yearned to sail away.
For he knew that out there, in the deep,
Lurked the fish that he longed to reap,
A creature of beauty, fierce and free,
A prize that would bring him endless glee.
And so, he set out, alone at last,
With nothing but his will to hold him fast,
And faced the sea, with all its might,
A challenge that he was ready to fight.
The waves crashed hard, the wind did howl,
But the fisherman stood tall and proud,
With a heart that beat with strength and zeal,
And a spirit that would never yield.
And when, at last, he caught his prey,
He knew that he had won the day,
For he had faced the sea and all its might,
And emerged victorious, with a heart alight.