Once more I stepped onto the croquet lawn,
But this time it was so different,
As there with me was my loved one,
I had brought her with me
To show her croquet,
My drug of choice.
She picked up a mallet
And I showed her how to hit the ball,
In a short while she was hitting well,
So we had a game.
Around the lawn we went
Putting the balls through the hoops.
Then we played against another pair
And we won.
We finished for the day
And on reaching home
She said
“That was good,
When can I go again!”
She was hooked,
Hooked on the game,
The game that had saved my life,
Saved my life when my loved one had been taken,
Been taken from me those years ago.