Life is like a Round of Golf
Life is like a round of golf
With many a turn and twist.
But the game is much too sweet and short
To curse the shots you’ve missed.
Sometimes you’ll hit it straight and far
Sometimes the putts roll true.
But each round has it’s errant shots
And troubles to play through.
So always swing with courage
No matter what the lie.
And never let the hazards
Destroy the joy inside.
And keep a song within your heart
Give thanks that you can play.
For the round is much too short and sweet
To let it slip away.
— Criswell Freeman
Life is like a round of golf
With many a turn and twist.
But the game is much too sweet and short
To curse the shots you’ve missed.
Sometimes you’ll hit it straight and far
Sometimes the putts roll true.
But each round has it’s errant shots
And troubles to play through.
So always swing with courage
No matter what the lie.
And never let the hazards
Destroy the joy inside.
And keep a song within your heart
Give thanks that you can play.
For the round is much too short and sweet
To let it slip away.
— Criswell Freeman
Golf Ball
I'm two inches wide,
and can drive a person
insane. I roll my own way
even slower in the rain. I am
always still when you need me
too. I spin and slice when not hit
right. I can hook and dive and go
out of sight. I can drop on a green
if the golf gods are there, or I can
land in the sand if they choose or
even care. See a golf ball is bad
and can make a man sad. But
for a hole in one, I would be
very happy and oh so glad.
I'm two inches wide,
and can drive a person
insane. I roll my own way
even slower in the rain. I am
always still when you need me
too. I spin and slice when not hit
right. I can hook and dive and go
out of sight. I can drop on a green
if the golf gods are there, or I can
land in the sand if they choose or
even care. See a golf ball is bad
and can make a man sad. But
for a hole in one, I would be
very happy and oh so glad.