That One Shot
Jon Bolden
[jonsoft77@yahoo.com]
One Shot
That's all I need
If I make this putt
I win indeed
One Shot
That's all it takes
I could mean a win
Or mean a break
One measly putt
On the 18 green
I played the best
To my ability
This shot means the trophy
It means it all
This shot could make me fly
Or it could make me fall
The greens are slow
Slow, yes, indeed
I'll have to hit it hard
To get enough speed
Although speed isn't as important
As aim itself
If I miss this shot
It could hurt my health
My mental health I mean
I'd probably go nuts
I'd swear I'd cry
I'd throw a fuss
But if I make it
Oh what joy to see
I'd be thanking God
Praying on my knees
I'd holler I'd shout
I'd cry with delight
Why if this ball goes in
It would be quite a sight
Is there a break to the left?
Or a break to the right?
If I judge it correctly
It might go in, just might
Should I use my new putter?
Or my lucky old charm
If I choose the wrong one
It could cause me harm
One shot
That's all I need
One shot
Could make me scream
Just one shot
One shot indeed
One good shot
Could lead me to victory
So I stepped to the ball
With my hands shaking much
The caddy put his finger to his mouth
And quietly spoke, "hush"
Sweating like a pig
I pulled back to release
I tapped the ball with the putter
And hit it with ease
I closed my eyes in fear
Then I heard the crowd
I was delighted and opened my eyes
And turned around
The ball didn't go in
The weren't clapping for me
They were cheering for my opponent
Mr.Brian Mc'Gee
He won the tournament
He won fair and square
So I didn't say anything
I just pulled out my hair
Just one shot
That all I needed
I just couldn't face the fact
That I was defeated
I just stood there
With my head sweating a lot
All I could think about
Was just that one shot
I wasn't a sore loser though
I was happy for the higher rank
So I waited afterwards
To put sugar in his tank
© 1998 Jon Bolden, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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