My Fish Man Days Poem by Nick Krakana

There are certain times
I can't erase

A hold from the past
From the 80's when life wasn't so fast

I became a Fishman somehow

A unique line of work this was
Simple life lessons spiced up each day

As a famous Yorkville Chef did say
You are like a page out of yesterday

He went on to say how his memory grasped a distant lonely bell
How it filtered down stately old Palmerston so evenly well

A signal telling all
The Knife Sharpeners push cart
Has come to call

He did also say you are close behind
The world's oldest profession so sublime

Each day door to door I roamed
Through Hog town and all around

My customers did miss me
When I wasn't there

Showing off my gourmet best of surf to turf
They all did stare happy to see me there

The call came out ' Nick the Fishman is at the door '

I liken you to a friendly Shrink
Some would say as we shared a cold drink
On those warm summer days

From Rosedales stately old homes
To Woodbridge's essence of Italy
My little red Datsun did roam

Oh, the stories I could tell
Of these Fishman day's

I'll share one now that sticks to mind
Of a well healed lady so generously kind
Requested something unusual of me
As she caressed her glass of Chardonnay

This Polar Bear Rug she did shrug
Is of His first go round
It drags me over uncomfortable ground
There on my living room floor it stares back at me

I disparage its memories so please
Please take it with you when you go
I did say no only to carry away so sad a memory
Of this great Bear that was and is still with me today

There are so many memories
I remember tonight

But for now
I'm just gonna say goodnight

Nick Krakana Sr.
January 8th 2026
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