I published a poem a while ago with the title, Looking Back. I guess the regret of having to give up golf weighs on me enough to compose a second retrospective.

Looking Back Once More

Old age has its limits,
There’s no way to rebut;
I’ll never have another dog
Or make another putt.

Reality can be difficult;
But all’s not lost by far.
I’ve found a number of new pursuits
Like playing jazz guitar.

Some of what keeps me happy:
Being present in my mind,
Letting gratitude be my attitude, 
Trying to be kind.

The fairways of life are many,
I’ve been lucky that some were green.
Thirty years of chasing a small white ball,
Great memories on which to lean.

Leon S White, PhD

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