Never Giving Up
i suppose
to the outward eye
i’m just out there
hitting golf balls
in the early morning
light
day after day
chipping
and pitching
and putting
in the heat
in the wind
in the rain
in the cold
taught myself
the short game
without a lesson
pros tried to teach me
irons and driver
but it didn’t stick
still struggle on the range
but the short game
is all mine
and somewhere
out there
in the repetition
and rhythm
and feeling
blisters and Band-Aids
i found
myself
once more
TL