Ian: 15

You think this shoreline is easy for me.
The tranquility is a gold, russet and bronze hue.
You would wish a mirror thirty-pounder to land..
But these goddamned Carp will not take their cue.

You think this sport is good for me.
It teaches me patience and contemplation.
You would wish me mirrored in your image.
You don't understand my procrastination.

You think this stinging downpour benefits me?
I do not wish to be here in this driving rain.
You would wish it builds my character.
Yeah well it balls up my anger and my pain.

You may hurt as with a hook to learn now,
That I would hunt not with rod but with a gun.
You would wish I follow in your footsteps.
But these are not the wishes of your only son.

You think this ride home is easy for me?
This silence is a cold and fractious trawl.
You would speak if only I could speak first.
Regaling tales of a record-breaking haul.