Savor The Moment
In a departure from the usual musings over media buffoonery, I wanted to share this ode to golf penned many years ago, to commemorate the regular golf jaunts made with an evolving cast of like minded participants. In this present climate of restrictive personal freedoms and state enforced social gathering edicts, it harkens back to a time, not that long ago, when free people did as they chose. A time when people lived their lives without the big eye scrutinizing their every activity. Freedoms are always taken for granted until simple things in life become restricted and regulated. It is also a reminder that moments in life are to be savored, not merely hash marks on the continuum of our lives. It’s the texture of the fabric that makes living meaningful, not the length of it. A 1973 single by Seals and Crofts entitled “We may never pass this way again” articulates this sentiment nicely.
While the following verse was composed in the context of golf and without an accompanying musical score, the sentiments are similar and are universal.
United of purpose
Of friends and of time
We share this brief moment
A verse in our lives
We savor the triumphs
The joy and amusement
Of remarkable shots
But more likely bemusement.
We share our tall stories
Of heroic shots made
But also our misery
When hooks became fades
We’ll naught soon forget
The guys that are here
Who have all come together
Most year after year
Try as we might
To have the same show
It’s never the same people
That’s just how life flows
We truly are blessed
Though we take it for granted
That all our joys shared
Will in our memories be planted
The passage of time
May make these thoughts fade
But here’s hoping we never
Forget the friends made
We don’t know if fate
Will to us, constantly favor
So every great moment
While here, we should savor
We’ll take all our memories
Of those that have joined us
We’ll reflect in quiet moments
And think as in chorus
If fate and good fortune
Allows us once more
To bask in the pleasure
At Bandon and shores
Then lucky are we
As comrades and men
To experience the brilliance
Should we pass through again