So that’s it! His mind was sold!
He was determined to reach that ‘star of gold’! His concentration must be sharp. (His stroke bold). All distractions, put on hold.
His ‘malnourished chip shot’, had to be fed Those pesky bogeys, put to bed!
Those thoughts of failure…out of his head! Sooner or later, he’d find the ‘thread’!
He knew past, rare successes, left the ‘door’ ajar Building on them, would take him far.
Learn from the past. (But forget the ‘scars’) Otherwise, his future play, they were sure to mar.
Why’d it take so long to ‘rule this ‘stone’? Maybe ‘twas the difficulty, in swinging that ‘bone’! No choice in the matter. (Skills must be ‘honed’) From here, on out, that would be the ‘tone’!
He looked to days when things would get better To the past, he no longer wanted to be tethered. But the lesson was good. (And ‘rich’ like leather). Finally! (There was a ‘break in the weather)!