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”

Or, ordinary guys

Living our lives,

‘Tis always the same

And, eternally true,

Never mind whether

We’re twenty or seventy

We’re, only as good as the

The last word and that’s a

Best, therefore, to make

A never-to-be- forgotten,

To,

Bask in the glory of old

The winning ways and those

But, do so only when with

Then, get lost in that

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