DIFFERENT STROKES

When I was young

And in my prime

I could do it

All of the time

 

But now I’m old

My hair’s turned grey

I sort of from it

Shy away

 

Back then I’d bang it                    

Hard and long

But now I’m not

Quite as strong

 

I use to take

Those deep, long strokes

But now their only

Little pokes

 

I’d stroke it deep

I’d stroke it hard

The consequences

Disregard

 

With no control

I’d shoot and spray

Just used my stick

And flailed away

 

Then drove it home

And drilled that hole

With that last stroke

I’d reach my goal

 

But now that I  

No longer play

I will those golf clubs

Put away     

BOEMS BY JA 94