DIFFERENT STROKES

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
Such deep long strokes
But now they're only
Little pokes

I'd stroke it deep
I'd hit it hard
The consequences
I'd disregard

With no control
I'd shoot and spray
Thrust 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