Wednesday, October 27, 2010

the golfer

by james robert
old tom was a fair country golfer;
a lover of the game was he.
the foursome was preparing to hit
off the very first tee.

old tom was addressing his ball
as a funeral procession drove by.
he removed his cap, covered his heart,
and looked up into the sky.

the other three men in the foursome,
saluted old tom thru their tears.
then old tom said," what the hell,
i was married to her for 43 years".


Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-golfer/#ixzz13cmyGINS

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