Golfing With an Old Guy

Golfing With An Old Guy

By Mark Worden

He hit it down the middle,
As usual!
But he just had a short cart ride,
To hit it again!

He was on the green
in four,
and made a 15 foot putt
for a bogey.

I said, "Great
net birdie, Bernie".
He said " I get three strokes
on this hole!"

I said, " Great net
eagle, Bernie"!
As I erased the number on
the score card!

Old golfers never die,
Their handicaps just go up,
until no one will bet
with them anymore.

Fridays 5 minute poem

The Golfing God

by Mark Worden


I took four lessons from a pro,
to straighten out my swing.
and tempoed downward fast to slow,
to make my driver zing!

I worked for months and saw no change,
but practiced when I could.
Each week I spent time at the range,
a'pounding on my wood.

Just playing once a week it seemed,
was not much time to groove,
Improving for my game to peak,
and keep my motion smooth.

I never broke an 80 score,
in all my bygone years,
but lately it has happened more,
Three times, to many cheers.

Besides the Golfing God's good will,
Perhaps my putting change,
has caused the ball to roll downhill,
fall in the cup, it's strange.

The putter seems to make the score,
saves strokes on every round,
as much as four, and sometimes more,
and that is just profound!

Oh why, oh why it happened now,
was it for goodness sake?,
Or did the Golfing God think "Wow!",
Let's give the guy a break!