The sweetest ball I ever struck
jumped up (a divot – bit of luck),
and flew, topspin, o’er keeper’s head.
“Do it again,” the Scotsman said.
The sweetest girls I’ve ever known,
are front of mind when I’m alone.
The days can never be that bad
when you’re a Mom or you’re a Dad.
The sweetest times in life, it seems:
family, football, divots, dreams,
good goals scored, and children born,
boots and booties being worn.
… when you’re down and feeling stuck
recall that divots may bring luck.
Let daughters’ voices soothe your head.
Get to what the Scotsman said.
Uncertain, though, the age we live in,
we know we will be forgiven
the small things. The greater crime’s
the missing out on sweetest times.