Life is like a round of golf with many a turn and twist.
But the game is much too sweet and short to curse the shot’s you’ve missed.
Sometimes you’ll hit it straight and far sometimes the putts roll true.
But each round has it’s errant shots and troubles to play through.
So always swing with courage no matter what the lie.
And never let the hazards destroy the joy inside.
And keep a song within your heart
Give thanks that you can play .
For the round is much too short and sweet to let it slip away.
Credit to Chriswell Freeman the original creator of this poem.