As I write this, I notice that I’m feeling sad and excited at the same time. Is that even possible? I am sad for the things that I lost last year while I am excited for the beginnings that a new year will bring. Last year was tough, and I believe that the new year will bring us more challenges. Hopefully, it will help us to develop in ways that we didn’t know possible. With that said, I turn to my favorite pastime.
I write for fun but as I sit
It occurs to me, I’m drawn to wit
The pen is dull and cannot write
Worse is the brain so out of site
I hear it calling, golf has a sound
The club head clicking, the ball hits the ground
But, then comes the real spirit of sport
When a shot is missed, it’s the sound of retort
The words are gems, they come in all sizes
They really don’t help, especially with prizes
So we decided to keep a bag with money
From all the retorts that aren’t pure honey
We build the bag each week we play
It is easy to fill, the bag on display
It helps us to work through the game we love
A few words here and not from above
I prefer those retorts as they are seldom and few
Much better than throwing a club on cue
It is a good thing, this pot of bills
Helping build parties, defusing the wills
So I hit the tee shot, it bounced on the path
That darn ball it landed to create my wrath
It bounced and planted itself in the tree
I’m sure the ball was laughing at me
And, yes, I said it, my heart did instill
The words that you say when a shot is nil
So, here’s to the ladies who play the game
All of us contribute, one and the same
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