The four lettered word,
I speak about today,
Is something that we talk about,
Every other day.
Some are good at the game,
And some can win the prize,
Others are left with nothing.
But others cruel demise
They must sit and watch,
As the game is being played.
Wish that they could play along,
Bask within the fame.
Some were lucky,
And born with the skill,
To get what they want right now.
Other not so lucky people must question how.
They must build up there skill,
And try and try again.
Some get paid, collect there wins, and walk away.
Others get nothing, but tears upon there face.
Some will win and some will lose,
The four letter words game,
Some are born with the skill,
Others must simply wait.
Ah, the game of golf is such a joy,
To play with fellow men,
You can be the biggest thing,
Next to tiger woods,
Or you can be the worst,
The sport has ever knew.
