032010a Another Day To Ponder Poem by Manonton Dalan

i heard a whisper
i thought i was dreaming
so i went back to sleep
without acknowledging
i wake thirty after three
i must have went too many

i feel refresh from long day
thinking of some better way
yet i wasn't close to finish
that's why we have words
to describe whatever it is
this one i called it stress

today i will go to fairway
to try my wintered club
to get off some rusty glob
wish i won't be pushing
those balls to bunker
or try to float on water