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When I was young

And in my prime

I could do it

All of the time

But now I’m old

My hair’s turned grey

I sort of from it

Shy away

Back then I’d bang it                                                                                              

Hard and long

But now I’m not

Quite as strong

I use to take

Those deep, long strokes

But now their only

Little pokes

I’d stroke it deep

I’d stroke it hard

The consequences

Disregard

With no control

I’d shoot and spray

Just used my stick

And flailed away

Then drove it home

And drilled that hole

With that last stroke

I’d reach my goal

But now that I  

No longer play

I will those golf clubs

Put away                                          

BOEMS BY JA 94