The old fish stays,
which others play,
laughing & mocking,
at his foolishness.
"You have aged, gramp,
forgotten way of champs,
we find delicious treats,
when you are gulping air!"
The old fish ignored,
continued with the chore,
keeps an eye on juveniles,
and shoal of fingerings.
The fish swam further away,
frolicking & teasing, every day,
taking risks, enter shallow water,
for better food, and dwellings.
But soon, most were hunted,
tricked by lure, surprised by traps,
witnessing horrors of companions,
being snatched away from surface.
The old fish smiled,
looked with vacant eyes,
"My scales are white, as I stayed,
learning from my mistakes."
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