Golfing

He used to be just a scrap of disfigured stone
now he stands there motionless day and night
Never moved to breathe, never moved to talk.
He would gleam in the day and glisten in the night

As if he was staying to show he was bright.
If he was ever held he was icy to the touch
Except he would be so smooth you couldn’t let him go.
The golfer still stands tall today, always holding on
Although someday he will have to go
Along with everything else.

He would have seen things that have scarred him for life.
He would have seen things that would make his day.
He would have seen plains that were high above the ground
And he would have seen the broad natures of the ocean.
He would have seen it all that’s why it makes him unique
Which is why he has always been a piece of my heart.