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 Bowling~Fun or Stress??
It looks to be so easy
simply to scatter the pins,
Just aim for the pocket
and zoom it right in.
But, a problem I’ve found
and it’s not just mine,
Is trying to keep this old body
always in line.
Sometimes it’s in your wrist
with a mind of its own,
Then it may be your arm that
can’t find the strike zone.
I look at my mark
before each throw,
Only to look off
as my ball will show.
I think of the things
I need to do right,
In hopes that sometimes
I might get a strike.
Sometimes my approach
takes me left or right,
And when I let go
oh what a sight!
When I release it
I know with a shudder,
That is can only go straight
into the gutter.
No matter how hard
you lean or sway,
Nothing you do
will make it stray.
It will stay on its course
straight and true,
And give a big "zero"
to you know who.
You stand in a new place
or move your mark,
Only to find out it was a
shot in the dark.
Just when you’re ready
to pack it all in,
The big "X" will
make you grin.
You may get two
or sometimes three,
Before you have
to come back to reality.
We wonder why
we play this game,
And have to think
are we really sane?
But, we say it’s fun
and we have to bowl,
So oil our lanes
for our balls to roll.
Please, judge us not
by our weird antics,
For we are just
bowling fanatics.
JRS © 1997
the"Okie" Poet
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