Poem

I want to re-read The Old Man and the Sea.
Just to see if I was wrong when I was young and dumb.
Maybe I will read it on a boat.
Maybe I will read it while fishing.
I hate touching the fish once caught.
So Hem would hate me.
But I would be able to drink with him.
And box with him.
Tomorrow is the day, maybe. 
Unless I get too drunk while fishing.