To Be
To Be
Is it better to play golf today
Spending the day on the course,
Or save it for another free day,
Which might not come forth.
To play, to golf
To have a relaxing day
To be outside
To feel the breeze through the air
To play, to golf
To make a waste of the day
Six hours of time
And twenty- five dollars
That could be saved
To play a round of golf
One has to put up with good and bad scores.
One might have the feeling of success,
And some have a feeling of failure.
There are the great shots on the green,
The shots that land in trouble,
And where the ball goes two feet
One does not want to miss the opportunity of playing,
And having a great round.
Not wanting to miss the good laughs, memories
And friendships that come down the way.
The decision to play golf
Is the choice to hit the ball straight
And spend the day enjoying the course
Instead of wasting the day away.
Arrived at the course, fore!
First tee box, and the air is quiet.
All cheers as the ball soars through the air.
Bailey Hardick
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