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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Thank you for sharing your heartfelt poem, “Looking Back Once More.” Your reflections on aging and the transition from cherished activities like golf to new passions such as playing jazz guitar are both poignant and inspiring. Embracing gratitude and kindness as guiding principles resonates deeply, reminding us all of the importance of adaptability and finding joy in new pursuits. Your journey serves as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the endless possibilities for fulfillment at any stage of life.