There I was playing croquet,
Playing a lady from the club
In a club competition.
Looking round there were others,
Others playing the game we love.
They were all in pairs on the lawns
And three other lawns were used.
The funny thing was though
They were all ladies,
I was the only man playing.
This took me way back,
Back to a time at work.
My boss was a lady,
I was her deputy.
There were eight other staff members
And they were all ladies,
Once more I was the only man,
The only man in the workforce.
Such good memories brought back
As I knocked the balls over the lawn
And won my match
To get in the final,
The final of the club competition.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Such wonderful memories brought back by playing croquet.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good croquet Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
It is a blessing when all of our memories are golden. Good one Andy
It surely is soren, thank you.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
Good read, Andy.
Thank you Jerry.
Andy
Sun on the green
Echoes in my mind
One against many
And still, I shine
Congratulations Andy!
Much appreciated Thank you Rik, much appreciated.
Andy
lol you certainly do not like to lose dear Andy. Especially over balls. 🤣
Very true Teddy, thank you.
Andy
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