Old Men Just Go Fishing

When a young man's fancy, turns to desire, An old man just goes fishing. It takes too long to stoke that fire, And what's the use in wishing. So I pull out my rods, pull out my reels, And go kick my old truck's tires. Unlike with love, I won't miss meals, And I won't put out no fires. I'll just make sure my tackle box, Is bursting at the seams, No fancy cars I love old trucks, No women in my dreams. I'd rather be fishing any old day, Not to say women are fickle. And above all I just must say, Fish won't slap when you tickle. 2/22/12 Alton Texas