Young and impressionable
An enthusiastic *sole,
“Why yes,” was my immediate response
When invited for the exclusive chaunce
To caddy to each hole.
Little did I know back then that
I would start to wane,
Up, down, and around the hills,
The grass, the sand, the weeds until
I was ready for a cane.
If I had had the fortitude,
Had realized the call,
To tote the bag, to walk the green,
To champion upon the scene
In following the ball.
I am eas-i-ly reminded how
Should I have had the goods,
If I had only persevered
I could, by now, have been revered
As caddy for Tiger Woods.