On We Go
By ice rivers
Mon, 05 Jun 2017
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Golf they say is a sample of sorrow
A walk in the park scarred by frustration
Then we hit THAT shot...come back tomorrow
For more sorrow amidst celebration.
We retain our most ironclad of grips
We visualize keeping elbow tight
We take dead aim and we let er' rip
When we lift our eyes we see ball in flight.
When we lift our head a little too soon
Too anxious to see the ball in the air,
We won't see the sky, the sun or the moon
We'll see our ball on the tee sitting there.
We promise to always keep our head low
Then we strike a beauty and on we go.
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