Sad Sighs
Over eighty, but still quite spry,
he met days with joy in his eyes.
He loved to golf and he loved to bowl,
both were his fun and fulfilling goals.
One day, playing golf with his skilled swing,
he scored below par - his favorite thing.
He rushed home, happy he had done so well.
He grabbed his wall phone, there were friends to tell.
He began to dial, but soon lost his smile,
his feelings bombed and he stood shocked awhile.
Leaning on a wall, he thought of his friends.
Sadly, no one to call, every good life ends.
Phased and depressed that on this day
truth had hurt his old heart this way,
he gasped sad sighs as he sunk into a chair
and prayed to turn numb or see life done right there.
... CayCay
July 10, 2021
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2021
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