The Ever Optimistic Golfer

New round today... fresh start

This is the one... I can feel it

Spring in my step, sun's just right

Today's the day, it all lines up

Long and straight like never before

Middle of the face, that's what it's for

Around the green, I see the line

Every shot's gonna turn out fine

Chip it close, or better still

Watch it drop, I've got the skill

On the green, first putt every time

Or a tap-in, that's just my style

Walk to the next tee like I belong

Act like nothing could go wrong

In my head it's crystal clear

Every shot is already there

Play the shot, give it a crack

Tell yourself "you've got the knack"

But once it's gone, you're a fan now

with no control as to how it will land.

"Sit, Sit, Come Back, Go, Go, Stop" you may whisper or shout in vain

As it sails off once again

You must let it go, you've done your part

Now just take it where it lands

AHH, heading straight for the trees again

"Kick out," I tell the ball

Please hit a branch and bounce back clean

Don't dive in deeper... not today

Deep in the scrub I spot some ground

One clean patch with space around

"That's where it is," I say with pride

(It's nowhere near... I lied)

If it's sitting by a tree

Please not too tight, just playable for me

Not blocked out,

Just something I can try

I walk up close, one look is all

It's right in front, no swing at all

Tree says "nope," no shot to play

That hope I had just faded fast away

Go for glory? Not today

Take the drop and walk away

Call it "smart"... protect the score

Stay the course and play for more.

All these things I can't control

Still I'm backing every roll

Play the shot, give it a crack

Tell yourself "you've got the knack"

But once it's gone, you're a fan now

with no control as to how it will land.

"Sit, Sit, Come Back, Go, Go, Stop" you may whisper or shout in vain

As it sails off once again

You must let it go, you've done your part

Now just take it where it lands

You choose your swing, your aim, your pace

Not the bounce or where it lays

Some will turn and some will fade

Some won't break the way you planned

Still we show up time again

Chasing that one perfect swing

Somewhere between hope and truth

That's why we play... that's what we choose

Play the shot, give it a crack

Tell yourself "you've got the knack"

You can't control how it will land

You can't control how it will land

You must let it go, you've done your part

You must let it go, you've done your part

Now just take it as it lands

Now just take it as it lands

Ahhhh, Next round... I've got it sorted

Definitely... next round