Notes About The Poem

Working as a caddy for a few summers in my teen years, I met several 'pro jocks' like the one described below: 

The Life and Times of a 'Pro Jock'

    His spine curves right, then left
      one shoulder lower than another
    A hitch and a wobble in his gait
      couple shots of whiskey tempt fate

    A caddy, he calls himself a ‘pro jock’
      follows the sun to work year-round
    Wows the young jocks with mythical tales of the (PGA) tour
      ~ though his liver will rot before long, that’s for sure



    _______________________________________  
    A 'caddy' carries a heavy bag (or two!) of golf 
    clubs (usually) on one shoulder, traversing a
    golf course of four or more miles.

    PGA = Professional Golfers Association
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Lawless Avatar
August 28, 2024 at 11:39 AM
I'm with whoever said "Golf is just a good drunk spoiled.....no wait maybe it's a good walk spoiled...
Greenhough Avatar
August 28, 2024 at 7:44 AM
Alcohol is a killer. It is wonderful that you wrote this poem. I hope it assists some in saving a life.
Cunningham Avatar
August 27, 2024 at 9:05 PM
Never took in an interest in golf but to each his own, you certainly met some interesting characters Gershon. Tom
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace