Below Par
I had many aspirations to be a star,
I fell somewhat short couldn’t make it to par,
My swing was pretty lethal,
Had greens full of gift,
My resemblance to the Tin Man,
was more or less the reason I slipped.
Not having the artery to receive blood through my veins,
Unable to deliver the oxygen and nutrients,
As a dynamical player my skill set varied in range.
I had everything pointing in the right direction,
From cute women to a good denomination,
But the ignorant mentality felt like
nothing in this world can handle me,
Until,
Until that one day I stopped loving what brought the happiness out of me.
I was never able to regain that swing,
Tiger Woods after surgery,
I showed glimpses like a trailer of a movie,
The reconstruction of my passion still couldn’t move me,
If it was I in the crowd watching,
I would definitely boo me.
Copyright © Remi Stan | Year Posted 2014
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