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.