Therapy
I’m a golf addict who’s in therapy
I meet once a week
With a few just like me
My counselor’s the sun
And her voice is the breeze
And she speaks to my soul
As I stand at the tee
Nature in beauty and song
Join the call
And I’m under their spell
As I tee up my ball
I know there’s no cure
And my life will be marked
By the time that I spend
Chasing balls with a cart
But one thing I count on
As I take my swing…
If I land in the fairway or end up OB
There’s always another round
Calling for me
Promising sunshine
And friends at the tee
And so in the cycle I live
Round to round
And only a few
Know the joy that I’ve found
Wow is it nice to login and not see a million spam threads. Maybe I just jinxed it, but thank you to the mod team over the last 48 hours in working their tails off to clean it up and work on some other filters to prevent it moving forward!