My poems are often short with somewhat unexpected endings. The poem below fits that description, but in a unique way. You may not see the last  two lines coming, but up to today, neither did I! 

02/06/1936
 
The number is 90
The goal is to break it

In golf to go lower
In life go to higher

My good luck
I’ve now done both.

Leon S White, PhD

This week, LIVs golf season opens at the Riyadh Golf Club. My thoughts.

The Riyadh Cup

The Riyadh Cup
When it made the scene
Was new to golf
And filled with green.

Giving endless cash
For players willing 
To forsake the Tour
And make a killing.

With random teams
Unlike the true Ryder
It's affect on golf
An unfortunate divider.

Leon S White, PhD