02/06/1936

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