Show J Just u St F Folks 0 I k s By EDGAR A. A GUEST GOLF SEASONS SEASON'S S EDHe END E He runs his seasons season's record oer o'er And finds his hig game was bad His cards recall his daily score But not the fun he had The figures tell his faulty skill Black gains and losses red But figures columns only fill And leave ave so much unsaid The lucky shot which saved the dayIs dayIs day daX Is mer Jy one of oC three The Tho stolid records do not say How that par came to be The golfer goUer as the season reason ends Finds little progress made Nor can he now name all aU the friends With whom at times Umes he played He keeps no records to recall The fellowship hes he's had Hed He'd sa say in summing up it all His Hi game was mostly bad Yet if golf really held no more Than par to make us gay I And important all were the score Few men would care caro to play Let me remember at lifes life's close Not failure With regret Nor little victories ov over r foes But friends that I have ha met And when lifes life's game came shall end I Ifor I for me mc Despite the scores Ive I've made ILet I Let me look back and grateful bo For all aU the days Ive I've played Copyright 1935 Edgar A A. A Guest I |