The fisherman

The evening was coming from the water,
A fisherman sat on the shore for hours
Looking at the sea.
He sailed early in the morning
He threw out his net
And he made a good catch.

Now his day's work was accomplished
And he was enjoying the silence
And he thanked God for the day.
And while he was praying like every evening
A rich man was suddenly standing there
Shook his head and began to speak:

"Why are you stealing God's day?
Why ain't you making the most of your time?
Why are you wasting your time this way?

Why ain't you sailing one more time?
Why ain't you making another catch?
Your profit would be twice as much.

You could earn twice day by day,
Some time you could buy another boat,
You could earn more and more this way.

You could found a company one day,
Could base your own fishery-fleet,
And other people would work for you."

"Why are you stealing God's day?
Why ain't you making the most of your time?
Why are you wasting your time this way?

You could become a rich man if you want,
And you won't need to work no more,
Could sit half the day on the shore."

And as the stranger had finished,
The fisherman turned his head
And just looked sad,
And his voice seemed to come far from the water,
As he finally moved his mouth
And said: "That's what I'm doing now."

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