it was the lesson learned <br />while fishing for catfish on the river <br />in that small creek <br />mossy, and covered with some <br />coconut leaves <br />rotten <br />where the catfish liked to swim <br />and be caught <br />for the divine purpose of <br />lunch for the <br />poor, <br /> <br />i have learned the bitter art <br />of waiting<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bitter-art/
