We’re only as good as our last round
However vague this may, honestly, sound,
Like the speck that started as a speck
Only, to then become a dusty mound
And, What lies now at the bottom of that heap
The laurels, the accolades, that we all keep
Shelved, to harp on as time goes by
To lull ourselves to errant sleep.
Whether we’re Golfers
Squabbling with Wives,
Lonely Swimmers
With “change my mind”
Dives
Or, ordinary guys
Living our lives,
‘Tis always the same
And, eternally true,
Never mind whether
We’re twenty or seventy
two.
We’re, only as good as the
last act
The last word and that’s a
fact,
Best, therefore, to make
with ourselves
A never-to-be- forgotten,
lifelong-pact
To,
Bask in the glory of old
times
The winning ways and those
lovely rhymes,
But, do so only when with
ourselves
Then, get lost in that
reverie but, only sometimes.
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