Golf is a game of recovery; there's
an eagle and sometimes a seagull to keep a
lonely man company, an albatross but no bluebird.
Life is a game of recovery. We all want in.
Whether it be the cup or Heaven, my
guess is triple bogey and a broken heart.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 15th, 2025 11:06
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a new form I tried today...It's called the Golden Shovel. If you Google it, you will get all the info you need to give it a try. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQYZm3w3RPc Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read from my recently published books. They are Seedy Town Blues, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.
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Comments4
I think the president wants them to change it from an eagle to a Trump but then there would be a vulture on the 18th hole. Fine write my friend
lol. Thank you.
Most welcome Thomas
Beautifully written, witty, true. Love it, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks
You are most welcome, my friend!
Great.
Thank you.
Loved it, raw and fun, nailed it with the last line for me, enjoyed the read
Thanks.
You are very welcome
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