bobby beddoe

My Joe Story - Poem by bobby beddoe

Took Joe to a golf driving range to learn how
To be knowledge to do the links with thou;
Showed the right way
At golf to play;
At 19th hole said, 'I'm good for the Greens now! '

For his first golf try upon arriving there,
We had only my clubs for us to share.
I'll never forget the joy,
Decades ago in my boy;
Was pure bliss that day than any elsewhere!

My son, Joe, got us a tee-time for Sunday;
Not for eighteen holes, but for just nine to play.
Over the years I can tell
He's learn to play quite well -
I never win, just too old, we have a blast anyway !

It's not always been like that, he's progressed by far,
Better than me, when used to score around par
When in golf attire array,
Way back in my golf hayday;
Now, try to lower my score like in past; but, no cigar !

As for my two trophies lined-up in a row:
I won for 1st place,
The other,2nd place,
I mentioned also, just to let Joseph know,
That my AT&T handycap was quite low!

So coming this Sunday I know he'll rule;
Yeah, he'll smile at me and look real cool!
I'll deed him that old 1st pl. trophy,
I'll keep with my 2nd pl. trophy.
Anyway, there's My 'Joe' Story in a capsule !

Topic(s) of this poem: children

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016

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