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TORMENTED SOULS

Comes the day in the life of a golfer
When there’s nothing that seems to go right
When he feels that his future is hopeless
While he’s searching, in vain, for the light.
When his swing seems distorted and awkward
And he’s missing his putts by the yard,
When he catches the lip of each bunker,
And finally tears up his card!
Then the sun fails to shine in his heaven,
Lady Luck has deserted his star,
While his confidence gradually dwindles,
And he feels he could kick as far!!
It is then that golf’s Guardian Angels,
Ever watchful for “Tormented Souls”
Decide that they don’t wish to lose him,
To Tennis, Budo or Bowls
So they grant him one shot – near perfection,
To the heart of the very last green,
The most beautiful shot of his lifetime,
Or the rest of his fourball have seen
And thus he returns to the Clubhouse
With a shot about which he can boast,
While gloomy thoughts fly out the window
Over tea and some hot buttered toast.
Then the very next Saturday morning
Forgetting his bad shots galore,
You will find him right there,
With a confident air
ON THE TEE –
FULL OF HOPE – FORE SOME MORE!!

Austin Young

 

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