On a bright early morning in Springtime each year,
I will get out my clubs and examine my gear,’
Do my grips need replacing? Is everything set?
Is there anything helpful that I need to get?
So, of course, this is ritual—what’s wrong with that?
I would bet you don’t start each year just standing pat!
I admit though the years have exacted a toll—
And not just on the gear, but on me as a whole;
I remember the times, as each year came around,
I did not have to check…I was hearty and sound.
So I’d just check for cleaning, the name of the game;
Never thinking of when it would not be the same.
But today comes the reckoning—aging must score;
When you find you can’t do what you did anymore.
But for now, when your thoughts are much like an appeal,
It will all be dependent on how you will feel!
© Richard Williams