We golfers are so very odd!
We pitch and putt and lose our minds
Over a small white ball perched on sod;
We golfers are so very odd!
Often invoke the name of God;
To be Golfer it takes all kinds.
We golfers are so very odd!
We pitch and put and lose our minds!
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." ~ Professor Keating (Robin Williams) in "Dead Poet's Society"
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
At My Age
At my age I think a lot.
Much dreaming in the dark night
When only the barn owl is awake
And children fast asleep
With all their dreams of yesterday,
I ponder about tomorrow's plight.
Not for fear of the deep
Or the ebb and flow of a new daybreak
Touching upon the mountain lake,
But for all the things I've wrought.
Yet for all the wisdom I've been taught
A raging recess gives me fright
A fissure from a shaking quake
Arouses me while fast asleep
Gives me pause to face the day,
Instills doubt of what I seem.
At my age I need to pray
And think of history in my wake,
Remember Adam and the snake
Who never got what he thought.
Much dreaming in the dark night
When only the barn owl is awake
And children fast asleep
With all their dreams of yesterday,
I ponder about tomorrow's plight.
Not for fear of the deep
Or the ebb and flow of a new daybreak
Touching upon the mountain lake,
But for all the things I've wrought.
Yet for all the wisdom I've been taught
A raging recess gives me fright
A fissure from a shaking quake
Arouses me while fast asleep
Gives me pause to face the day,
Instills doubt of what I seem.
At my age I need to pray
And think of history in my wake,
Remember Adam and the snake
Who never got what he thought.
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