On the lawn we went,
The Friday boys started playing.
Three old men,
One recovering from gout,
One recovering from an arm injury,
And me without any problems
Except being old.
We started hitting the balls,
Hitting the balls towards the hoops,
Playing the game we enjoyed,
The game we enjoyed so much.
Could we get them through the hoops,
Could we be blowed,
We all kept on failing,
We would hit the uprights
But getting the balls through,
Through the hoops was a farce.
We played two games not three,
Three was our norm,
But we gave up after two,
We did not want others to see,
To see how badly we were all playing.
Hopefully next Friday will be better.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We three have been playing croquet on a Friday morning for a few years now but this Friday it was an absolute farce.
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We all have our occasional off days .. well recollected sir .. Neville
We certainly do Neville but at least the three of us were able to laugh about it.
Andy
Just because you have a bad round of golf Andy, there's no need to give up all hope and live on the streets...... oh .sorry - it's not golf, is it? It's Croquet....sorry...However I think in general terms my advice is still applicable....😇
No the hope is always there that it will be better next time Dave.
Andy
This poem Andy goes deeper than the skin. I felt the scene, the age, debilitating in its increments. How even amongst those accustomed to its deterioration it shows itself and finally the shame that goes with it. This was a most tender poem covered over with the thick skin of pride. Most lovely Andy
Such a wonderful comment soren, we are all 'of an age' but we are still able to play the game we love. Thank you for your kind words.
Andy
LOL better luck next week. Unless the balls finally break lol 🤣
Thank you Teddy, yes it will be better next week I am sure.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Sometimes that’s the way the cookie crumbles. Another day may work out much better Andy. Keep positive:)
So true, I am always positive Cassie, life is good as I hope yours is.
Andy
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