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A GOLF POEM FOR ALL GOLFERS In My Hand I Hold a Ball, White And Dimpled, And Rather Small, Oh
How Bland It Does Appear, This Harmless Looking Little Sphere. By Its Size I Could Not Guess, Of
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess. But Since I
Fell Beneath Its Spell, I've Wandered Through The Fires Of....... My Life Has Not Been Quite The
Same, Since I Chose to Play This Stupid Game. It Rules My Mind for Hours On End.
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend. It Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry. And Hate Myself And Want to Die. It Promises Me a Thing Called Par,
If I Hit It Straight And Far. To Master Such A Tiny Ball, It Should Not Be Very Hard At All. But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses. It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies, And Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim, To Hit A tree
Or Take A Swin. With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land, It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand. Then
Has Me Offering Up My Soul. If Only It
Would Find The Hole. It Made Me Whimper Like A Pup, And Swear That I Will Give It Up. And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow, But The Ball Knows....I'll Be
Back Tomorrow.
Random Thoughts As We Age...... Wouldn't it be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for ten minutes; come out wrinkle-free
and three sizes smaller!
Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators.
We haven't met yet! I don't trip over things, I do random gravity checks! I
don't need anger management. I need people to stop making me mad! Old age is coming at a
really bad time! When I was a child I thought Nap Time was a punishment...now, as a grown up, it
just feels like a small vacation! The biggest lie I tell myself is..."I don't need to write that
down, I'll remember it." Lord grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage
to change the things I can & the friends to post my bail when I finally snap! My people skills
are just fine. It's my tolerance to idiots that needs work..! If God wanted me to touch my
toes, he would've put them on my knees. The kids text me "piz" which is shorter than please.
I text back "no" which is shorter than "yes"...! I'm going to retire and live off of my savings.
Not sure what I'll do that second week.
REMEMBER: Senior Citizens Are Valuable: We are more valuable than any of the younger generations: We have silver in our hair. We have gold in our teeth. We have stones in our kidneys. We have lead in our feet and.... We are loaded with natural gas! Hope you all had a good laugh on these.
Good friends are like quilts. They age with you, yet never lose their warmth.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon; before they understood the great
freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it, if I coose to read, or play on the computer until 4:00 a. m. or sleep until
noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50s, 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, wish
to weep over a lost love, I will.
I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive
into the waves, with abandon, if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten.
And, eventually, I remember the important things.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful
laughs be forever etched into deep groves on my face. As we get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about
what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've earned the right to be wrong.
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