Golf And Me Poem by elna mercado

My tee off must sound wang,
Onwards to the fairway with a bang!
At least this what I imagined
Otherwise I'm not challenged,
Oh the optimism that is in me!

There's still stiffness all over me
And the aches that whispers the age in me.
But I giggle like a bumble bee,
Only to find my ball just fell off the tee!
It's a butterfly....friends holler to me!

The high and low terrain is a circumstance
Awkward to anchor a perfect stance
To execute a swing clipping my chicken wing
My ball bouncing out a-slicing.
It's O.B. friends declared to me!

I dare the chance to cross the pond
Aiming and expecting to reach far and beyond,
To my disbelief, my ball flew to swim and sink with glee
To the water that seems to me the sea! ! !
My strokes and penalties make my age younger and sweeter to me!

I have made it to the fairway
With a shot straighter than a highway,
Beautiful, wonderful, wow unbelievable!
But at the sand trap, I wish I'm tossing a beach ball,
Coz i can't get out with the stubborn dimpled ball! ! !

Oh my, what joy it is for me
To play with a ball that humiliates me.
At times my patience run out and my nerves crumpled,
What's in this game that grinds my thoughts like a fool?
And why I keep returning to tee?
And there I am again, forgetting my incapability!

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