The Lay for the Troubled Golfer
Edgar A. Guest, The Passing Throng (Chicago: Reilly & Lee, 1923): 42-43. York University Library.
1His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage,
2And the things he muttered were much too strong for the ink of the printed page.
3I found him there when the dusk came down, in his golf clothes still was he,
4And his clubs were strewn around his feet as he told his grief to me:
5"I'd an easy five for a seventy-nine -- in sight of the golden goal --
6An easy five and I took an eight -- an eight on the eighteenth hole!
7"I've dreamed my dreams of the `seventy men,' and I've worked year after year,
8I have vowed I would stand with the chosen few ere the end of my golf career;
9I've cherished the thought of a seventy score, and the days have come and gone
10And I've never been close to the golden goal my heart was set upon.
11But today I stood on the eighteenth tee and counted that score of mine,
12And my pulses raced with the thrill of joy -- I'd a five for seventy-nine!
13"I can kick the ball from the eighteenth tee and get this hole in five,
14Bit I took the wood and I tried to cross that ditch with a mighty drive --"
15Let us end the quotes, it is best for all to imagine his language rich,
16But he topped that ball, as we often do, and the pill stopped in the ditch.
17His third was short and his fourth was bad and his fifth was off the line,
18And he took an eight on the eighteenth hole with a five for a seventy-nine.
19I gathered his clubs and I took his arm and alone in the locker room
20I left him sitting upon the bench, a picture of grief and gloom;
21And the last man came and took his shower and hurried upon his way,
22But still he sat with his head bowed down like one with a mind astray,
23And he counted his score card o'er and o'er and muttered this doleful whine:
24"I took an eight on the eighteenth hole, with a five for a seventy-nine!"
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