18 Holes
Shot after shot into the air
Just like life, it remains unfair
Good efforts are rarely rewarded
Passing by houses with windows boarded
Broken glass from shots gone awry
Hopes of a record round again have died
To the laws of gravity the ball shall abide
Until it proves again and again otherwise
Into the water, through the woods
2000 dollars on useless goods
Then one great shot changes the day
How I love this game that I play
It is all clear now, the beauty abound
Oh, how I wish to play another round
18, itself, is a ground-breaking number
Into new boundaries it leads us to clumber
A life of freedom from which there is no return
Our bridge to youth we choose to burn
Increased maturity golf is assisting
18 holes of freedom is the greatest time existing
